i don't like coffee - will lenney
Will Lenney x Reader
summary: on your lunch break in a Sainsbury's, you meet a charming boy who loves coffee.
warnings: flirty banter.
word count: 700+ words
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You stood in your local Sainsbury's during your lunch break, browsing the lunch meal deals. You could go your classic meal deal; chicken sandwich, crisps and a diet coke, but something about the sunshine spilling through the front windows made you want to change it up.
You paced the small aisle, half-decided, half-daydreaming. Condensation clung to the glass doors as you scanned the rows of salads and wraps, trying to look decisive while doing another slow lap. The hum of the fridge filled the quiet moments between people grabbing what they wanted and heading to the self-checkout.
Walking back and fourth the small fridge, you eye off the juices, reading the labels as you grab one and place it back down.
You reached for a juice bottle, reading the label like it might reveal some hidden wisdom about your day. Pressed apple. Tempting—but too sweet, maybe. You set it back down, fingers leaving a faint print in the cold condensation.
Briefly, your eyes looking at the iced coffees you shake your head, and reach for your phone from your tote bag; checking the time... only twenty minutes left of your lunch break.
"Need any recommendations?"
The voice made you turn.
A man stood beside you; tall, dark hair, casually dressed in jeans and a grey hoodie. Handsome in that I didn't try way.
"Ummm... yeah... that would be great." You say, shooting the guy a grin.
He smiled, eyes flicking to the fridge. “Depends what you’re after. If you want something that actually tastes like coffee and not a milkshake, that one’s the best.”
He pointed to a sleek black bottle.
Rodd's Iced Coffee.
You picked it up, inspecting the label. “You sound pretty sure of yourself.”
“Yeah, it’s kind of my go-to,” he said with a small shrug. “Never disappoints.”
You arched a brow. “You talk like you own the place.”
A hint of mischief glimmered in his eyes. “Wouldn’t that be something?”
You smirked, amused. “Alright, Mr. Confident, I’ll trust you.”
“Good choice,” he said, tone casual but eyes sparkling. “That one’s smooth, proper coffee flavour. No weird aftertaste, no over-sweet rubbish.”
“You sound like their PR guy.”
He chuckled. “Maybe I just like good coffee.”
“Or maybe you are the PR guy.”
He grinned. “Guess you’ll never know.”
You carry the black bottle, as you wander towards the self-checkout together, conversation flowing easily - and you wishing your lunch break wouldn't end. You teased him about how seriously he took caffeine; and he teases you on being indecisive.
“You always this persuasive?” you asked as you scanned the bottle.
“Only when it’s important,” he said. “Coffee’s sacred business.”
You shot him a look. “So’s my lunch break.”
He leaned casually against the checkout, watching as you scanned your items, as he ignored the queue building behind him. "Well tell you what. If you don't like it, I'll refund you myself." He adds, with a smirk.
"Oh yeah? And how would you do that?"
"Guess you'll have to find me again."
You laughed, shaking your head as you paid. “You’ve got an answer for everything.”
"One of my friends James' says the exact same thing to me all the time." He said with a grin, and then adding as an afterthought, "oh I'm Will by the way."
“Nice to meet you, Will.”
“Pleasure’s mine.” He flashed one last grin before heading toward the exit, leaving you holding the drink.
You stepped outside, and began walking back to your office. You twisted the lid of the drink as the sun warmed your shoulders; the first sip hit you, smooth, strong, and undeniably good; definitely coffee.
Passing a bus stop, you slowed down. A huge poster covered the glass shelter with the three flavours of Rodd's in bold lettering across the top. And right there, front and centre was the man from Sainsbury's...
Will.
Grinning alongside another guy, both holding bottles of the same coffee you were currently regretting drinking.
Your jaw dropped. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered, half laughing, half mortified. You looked down at the drink in your hand, then back up at his smirking face on the poster.
“Of course,” you said under your breath. “Of course he owns it.”
You took one last sip just to be sure; bitter, rich, and entirely not your thing. You grimaced. “Yeah… still hate coffee.”
As you walked off, the sun caught the glass of the bus stop just right — marking his charming grin. The same grin of which made the girl who does not like coffee... buy coffee.