McFlurry
[Modern!Steve x reader
Warning: fluff, awkward dorks, Bucky being a piece of shit, shitty Uber service, maybe some swearing]
The bell chimed, soft but sharp. Steve looked up, furrowed eyebrows being forced straight and lips being torn apart in way of a smile.
"Hi, welcome to McDonald's." His voice was quieter than it had been in the morning, back no longer ramrod straight after sixteen hours of asking every customer the same question, "What can we get you?"
The soft tone of the cashier caught you by surprise. You weren't accustomed to politeness so late at night. This guy however, had a smile on his face and a pleasant demeanor, even though his eyes were dull and he appeared too tired to push a few drooping golden strands out of his face.
It was freaking eleven pm, and everyone wanted to get home, but neither had you managed to get yourself an Uber yet nor had he had the chance to call it a night.
"Um, hi, I'll have a..." You fought with your brain for a few seconds. Juggling between ordering something you could eat fast and booking a cab at the same time was not an easy task. Especially not with the migraine attack you could feel approaching.
"I'll have a Big Mac please, thanks." You pushed the corners of your lips upwards until you felt a smile form on your features. The last thing you wanted to do was put another person through misery by accidentally coming off as a prick.
Steve nodded, beginning to process your order. He took a quick glance at you, deducing the kind of predicament you were stuck in. He mentally sent out a small prayer for you to whatever god was listening, hoping you wouldn't face more hassle trying to get home this late.
Your phone pinged, and you groaned. You had meant to sit and eat in peace because your app was still looking for a cab, but the moment you voiced your request, an Uber popped up two minutes away.
"Cancel everything," you sighed.
Steve looked up. Oh, come on.
Your phone caught your attention again. 18 minutes away.
"I'll have a Quarter Pounder with cheese, a blueberry muffin and a Coke instead." You grimaced inside of yourself. Steve took the new request, not a hint of annoyance on his features. God bless his soul, you thought.
Your driver's number glowed on your screen, making you and Steve curse the universe silently (since at this point, this app was causing both of you extreme agony).
"Uh, so...I'm runnin' low on petrol, so I'll need a few more minutes to fill her up and get to you." The driver cheerfully hung up, oblivious to your dismay and disbelief.
Steve looked at the menu above him, "would you like a McFlurry to go with it, maybe?" He asked, hoping it would lift your spirits.
It did. Your face glowed like that of a child on Christmas morning. "Yes that would be perfect, thank you so much."
You both shared a smile, finding comfort in the mutual understanding you both had.
When your order arrived, you gave him the biggest smile you had and a heartfelt thank you before finding a table to eat at. And it made Steve's night as much as it made yours, propelling him to deal with the remaining few customers with utmost grace.
***
You kept coming back to see him after that, always ordering a McFlurry along with whatever you were having. You had exchanged names on the second day itself, and even though your interactions lasted only a few minutes at a time, they always gave both of you more energy to carry on with a rough day.
Until one day, you came in to find his dark-haired friend in his place, a man you knew to be Bucky.
"Hey there," Bucky cocked an eyebrow as soon as you appeared in front of him, "what can I get ya?"
"Uh...Maybe a crispy chicken sandwich? And leave out the McFlurry please, thanks." You couldn't help feeling a little dejected. You had to admit, you came in here mostly because Steve's bright smile sparkling blue eyes and comforting attitude gave you something peaceful to hold on to for the rest of your day. And though Bucky was a nice guy himself, he wasn't your blonde angel of a cashier ready with a McFlurry to make you grin.
Bucky sensed the downfall in your mood pretty easily. "I'm sorry, Steve isn't here. He's on a date right now."
A date? Steve had a date? Of course he does, idiot, have you seen him?
"Oh...that's- That's great!" You nodded, taking deep breaths to hide your...jealousy? Sadness? What would you call it?
"Have a nice day, Y/N," Bucky offered you a sympathetic smile as he handed you your meal. You nodded wordlessly and walked out, heart way too heavy for your liking.
***
10 days. Steve was going crazy.
This wonderful person who used to turn up and brighten his day at least three times a week hadn't set foot in this McDonald's outlet in 10 days. Bucky had told him of the last time you had come here, and he wasn't sure why he was so heartbroken over the fact that you didn't take your usual McFlurry with it.
What did I do wrong?
Should he not have gone to that art convention? If he had seen you in person that day, would he have known you were leaving for good?
Had he been in for work that day, was there a chance you would have come back?
When not even the one hundred and twenty-sixth bell chime of the day turned out to signal your arrival (don't ask why he was counting), Steve looked at the door sadly, telling himself some things just aren't meant to be.
***
You took a deep breath as you looked up at the signboard.
You wouldn't be able to handle it, knowing he belonged to someone else. You liked him more than you had planned to; his easygoing attitude, his sharp wit and cheerfulness (even when it was clear he just wanted to curl up on his couch at home and sleep) had won your heart unexpectedly.
You had promised yourself never to come back here again. To let go and move on.
But right now you were dying of hunger and Steve's McDonald's (as you referred you it) was the only place in the vicinity. And hunger almost always won all your internal arguments.
Maybe you should go in anyway. Steve was a friend, if nothing more, and he had done nothing to be deprived of an explanation. Or a last goodbye.
***
"Hi, welcome to-" Steve choked on air as he looked up to see you. "Um hi." He greeted you quietly, eyes already on the screen before him. Why did it hurt so much to look at you?
His heart skipped a beat as you did order your regular McFlurry. Maybe you weren't mad at him after all?
"Bucky said you didn't want that the other day." He wasn't sure why he said that. Maybe he wasn't brave enough to ask what had put you off.
"Uh yeah I just...wasn't in the mood...anyways, how was your date?" You forced yourself to meet his gaze, bright blue as a clear summer's day.
The blond did a double take. "My date?" He asked, arching a brow in an 'oh really?' expression.
"Yeah Bucky said you were on a date, the last time I came here."
He was gonna kill that cocky bastard.
He looked over the counter to where the man in question was cleaning tables with absolute concentration. Refusing to meet Steve's eyes.
Steve thought he something on his friend's face that looked like a smirk.
Fuck you, James.
"Look I'm not sure why he said that, because I wasn't on a date. I was at an art convention. Alone." He stated firmly.
"Oh thank God," you blurted out, earning a questioning look from him and half-hidden smiles from everyone behind you.
He took a moment to process what had just come out of your mouth.
Oh.
Oh.
"I'll have a..." You stared at the board, trying to appear cool.
"Double cheeseburger, Dr. Pepper and a McFlurry. You already ordered, love." A woman behind you offered, thoroughly amused and doing little to hide it.
"Right. That. Thanks." You stumbled awkwardly over your speech, wishing the ground would eat you now.
Boy, you've sure as hell charmed the pants off him, Y/N. Bet he's gushing all over you, you thought bitterly.
Finally daring to peek at Steve, you were surprised to see a hint of a shy grin on his lips.
Maybe you really did charm him?
"Um would you like to..."
"I'd love that, I would- I would love to go out with you sometime, Y/N." He responded a little too quickly.
Both of you were beaming like idiots at this point. So was everyone else.
"Um okay, then...when does your shift end today?" You asked, still a bit embarrassed but feeling happy nonetheless.
Steve felt his heart soar as he looked at you, choosing to ignore Bucky silently pumping the air in his peripheral vision. He could deal with that later.
Or maybe some things are meant to be...
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