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merp0515 · 4 months

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It was after hours of 3's Coffee N Bombs and the boys had just finished up cleaning up the place. he coffee shop was empty, excluding the two meme guardians and their children that are enjoying their play day together! Soft calming music was playing in the background as they were finishing cleaning up the place ready to call it a night. SMG4 sighed in relief as he was turning around to retrieve the two empty cups that SMG3 and himself drank after a long day of coffee shop chaos. He was about to hold the cup and plate sets, to get them to the back and get them cleaned up when he felt someone eyeing him from behind. He turned around to see SMG3 with his hair down, leaning backwards at the counter behind him staring at him intensely. It felt like the stare was eternal. Four was about to say something until he felt his hand gently pushing his hair at the side, staring at him in a way that he could feel his body get chills by the touch and the way his warm ruby eyes pierced through his blue eyes.

Four had never seen Three react and stare at him with such fixation before. It was as if he was lost in his own thoughts, internally debating to either ask or make an intimate move that could change their lives. While entangled in this tension, he also was lost in thought and seeing small details about Three that he never noticed before. He loved the way his raven like long hair made him look very handsome, the way his battle scar made him look badass, and the way his hand, after setting his hair to the side felt on his face. He can feel the heat of Three's hand through his soft gloves, almost leaning into his former enemy's hand by instinct. Four , slowly ventured towards his lips that remained shut but held a powerful hold on his soul. He couldn't help but stare at them for a moment, thinking about what would happen if they made such contact with each other. SMG4's eyes widen, blushing at his thought of actually moving closer to SMG3, feeling their bodies, and heartbeats connecting their lips together as both men continued staring at each other in silence, the soft music, and both of their breaths being the only thing that can be heard in the empty shop.

Well new art out along with a failed attempt at making mini fic about the art! Lol I love this AU a lot. XD Outfit design done by @lizaluvsthis and AU done by @shygirl4991!

#smg4 #smg4 fanart #smg3 #smg34 #coffe shop au #smg3 fanart #Brewing Romance AU

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countrymusiclover · 2 months

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Feisty Coffee Girl

Y/n twin sister of Izzy Steven's stumbles to Seattle with her ten year old daughter Everly. She hears all the gossip from Izzy and her other intern friends at the hospital, never expecting to get involved with any of it. That is till Mark Sloan pays a visit to the coffee shop she works at.

1 - First Name Basis

2 - Doctor Nicknames

3 - A Sloan Date

4 - What I Want

5 -

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Tag list - just send me an ask to be added

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axsoon · 5 months

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Coffee shop au art thing done

Enjoy

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lapuh-puh · 6 months

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coffe shop ! au dottoscara

they're in love i swear

#genshin impact #genshin fanart #scaramouche #dottore #dottoscara #scarattore #genshin comic #genshin au #coffe shop au #wanderer #my art #fanart

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spider-jaysart · 1 year

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Au idea where Jon works as a part time barista at a Metropolis cafe as a teenager, trying to make some extra money during the summer so that he can buy this new video game console that was just recently released

And he also has a crush on this favorite customer of his (a customer that's been his favorite ever since he had first saw them step foot into the place), which is Damian Wayne

And he always gets Damian's name wrong when writing it down on his coffee cup all the time on purpose before handing it to him, misspelling it in many ways like:

Damien

Demian

Demion

Damon

Damion

Damen

Damiian

Damiane

He would do this so that he can keep having an excuse to have extra talk with him at the counter, since he knows that it will make Damian upset that he keeps misspelling it everytime, making Damian come back to the counter everytime to (fustratingly) remind him that he spelled his name wrong once again

Though, after a few times of doing this, Jon begins to realize that this little idea of his is beginning to make Damian dislike him and think of him as an idiot, and might possibly make him want to make him leave to another coffee shop if he keeps being annoying like this, which isn't something that he wants to happen at all

So he comes up with a new idea, which is hiding the things from the front counter like, the sugar packets, straws, the little stirrers, napkins, cup lids, plastic spoons, forks, and knives, so that he'll have another excuse to keep having extra talk with him, and when Damian asks where they are, he'll just say that they must've ran out and checks under his side of the counter to "check for more" and hands the items that are needed to him when he does

Though, after a short time of doing these annoying little ideas of his, Jon begins to realize how silly everything he's been doing is and decides that it's time to stop being ridiculous and time to actually take some real action

So later in the day, as he's on his 30 minute lunch break at the cafe, Jon finally properly introduces himself to Damian after walking up to his table to serve him his order on a tray instead of calling him to go pick it up at the counter himself like usual

Though, Damian is already kind of usually annoyed with Jon at this point due to him always getting his name wrong everytime before and him having to always correct him about it, so he doesn't really feel much like starting an actual conversation with him, though as they begin to continue talking to eachother, Damian is soon charmed by Jon's humorous and cheerful personality and begins to actually not mind talking to him so much, thinking to himself "I guess he's actually not that annoying after all."

They begin to continue talking with eachother everyday during Jon's lunch breaks at the cafe, getting to know eachother more and more as they continue to chat, both of them quickly becoming friends after a while of doing this

And after a while of Jon working at the cafe now and after making enough money to buy the new video game console that he's been dreaming of getting, he decides to use that money to take Damian out on a date instead

So he tries to gain the courage to ask the older boy out, feeling nervous that he might say no, but he surprisingly says the opposite, actually responding to him with a "Yes." , filling the taller one's stomach with butterflies when he did

After planning the time and day for their upcoming date with eachother, Jon excitedly goes home after leaving work and asks Lois and Clark for help on making him look fancy for his special day out with his crush

Clark helps him get a suit by giving him one of his nice old ones from his closet and Lois tries her best to comb his messy steel hair (she fails though)

Once they're both done, Jon takes a look into the mirror and is happy with how he looks for his date

He then checks the time on his watch and sees that it's almost time to go and quickly gives his parents a hug, thanking them for their help

And as he's on his way to meet up with Damian, he stops by a flower shop and buys some Amaryllis flowers there, since Damian had told him before that they were his favorite during one of their conversations at the cafe

After that, he continues to keep going on his path and finally meets up with Damian

He hands him the flowers with blushful cheeks and a bright sweet smile, getting a surprised reaction from the shorter one in response, causing him to also grow blushing red cheeks on his face as well as he happily grabs them for himself to hold

They begin to get caught up in conversation with eachother as they walk off to their destination together and go out to the best restaurant in Metropolis and have a great time that night. They later become boyfriends after a week

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tiny-pun · 1 month

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Are they cute or do they just work at a coffee shop ?

#writing prompt #sabriel #sterek #destiel #fanfic prompt #newtmas #drarry #catradora #xicheng #supercorp #coldflash #Coffe shop au

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violettduchess · 10 months

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I am so in love with your Comte domestic au, I have read it so many times! What about a continuation for au week? It would have to be the "free space day," so if you have something in mind, obviously disregard this. But what about more domestic with Comte and his family spending time together? Or maybe for the soul mate au, it could take place before your other au fic, where Comte finds his soul mate? Oooh, or it could still be soul mates, but the kids are grown, and he's reflecting on big moments they've spent together?

Anyway... obviously, just delete this if you're not taking requests anymore or if you don't wanna use them. Sorry this got so long.

A/N: Hello anon! Here you go! This is a Soulmate au explaining how Comte met the mother of his children from this Domestic Bliss au from last years event! (and to the anon who asked for Comte and Bookstore au and the anon who asked for Comte and Coffee shop au....I combined them all 💜)

An entry for @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady 's Different Universe Same Love CCC

Comte x female reader

WC: 1349

Inked into the skin of your right shoulder, your black and white tree tattoo reaches towards the sky with its bare, spindly branches that echo the gangling shape of spider legs. You chose the image after going for a walk on a stark winter's morning. Something about it resonated with you, echoing the vacuity of your lonely heart.

You’re shelving the latest bloodsucking Young Adult novel, breathing in that delectable new paper smell, when a voice rich as caramel, interrupts, asking if you could please direct him towards the foreign literature. You turn to find yourself looking into arresting, honey-colored eyes set in a face that jerks your heart awake from its lonesome stasis. It begins beating a lively, almost frantic rhythm in your chest.

You give him directions even as you try to fit all the pieces of this beautiful man together in your mind: wavy dark blond hair, slanted cheekbones, lips that smile easily and with such warmth. He thanks you but doesn’t move. Neither do you. The moment your eyes met, something took its first breath, something cocooned deep in the chambers of your hearts and sparked to life by your connection, like the fertile meeting of sunlight and water.

A few minutes later you have a date to meet for coffee.

It feels so much larger than it sounds.

That night, as you lay in bed, dreams inhabited by a man with desert eyes, your tattoo changes. The branches are peppered with small, newborn leaves the color of limes. Fragile. Delicate. Hopeful.

The coffee shop is small, a hidden gem tucked into a side street you’ve never ventured down. You arrive too early, a habit you usually pride yourself on but now is causing waves of anxiety to rush through you. Will you look too eager? Who cares because it is truth. You are eager. You are so very eager to see Comte again.

And then, as if responding to the siren call of your longing, he appears in the doorway, gilded in sunlight. He looks damn near angelic as he enters the shop, a place that suddenly seems so mundane with its walls covered in glossy photos of coffee beans and faded tile floor.

He joins you, ordering tea, so much more civilized than your giant cappuccino topped with cinnamon and chocolate dust. Your eyes meet his and you flush, looking away. What now? Panic rears its ugly head, trampling the excited beat of your heart into the ground.

“Is that the latest X. Sycamore novel?” He notices what you have laying casually on the table by your drink, the beautiful indigo cover and gold lettering. It may be old-fashioned but you are a lover of books you can wrap your hands around, covers you can touch. Someone who has a tactile love of words. You nod. “Do you like her work?” In answer he reaches behind him, into the pocket of his beautifully-tailored beige coat and pulls out the exact same book.

From there it’s easy. So easy. One cappuccino becomes two. One cup of tea multiples like flower buds in spring time. Conversation flows like a current between you, rife with warmth and crackling with soft electricity. You decide you can’t pinpoint the exact color of his eyes because they are always changing. The brightness of Goldenrod when he is happy, dark as pyrite when he’s contemplating, animated as the sun’s shimmering caress of the sea when excited. You learn all his facial expressions and soak in the sound of his voice, burying them deep inside your heart to recall at any time.

When he checks his wristwatch and sighs, you sense your time together nearing its end. You stand abruptly, a motion spurred by the wild desire to beg him to stay and the need to act as though you are perfectly fine with him leaving. Unfortunately you knock against the table, sending your half-full cappuccino toppling just as he’s gathering his coat. Your heart, so light and breezy, turns to stone like a gargoyle in sunlight, sinking down into the twisting pit of your stomach. The stain across the expensive wool looks garish, something out of a horror movie.

At first he refuses your offer to pay for the dry cleaning but you are insistent and he relents. You feel oddly giddy. If the price of seeing him again is a cleaning a soiled coat, then you are willing to pay it. Gladly.

That night, your tree changes yet again. The branches are fuller, anointed in thick, lustrous green. Leaves unfurl themselves towards an invisible sun, towards a welcoming sky.

You hold the freshly cleaned jacket as if it is a child in your arms, tenderly so as not to wrinkle it. The garment bag is a soft blue, a stark contrast to the dark, rich colors of the mansion you find yourself walking through. If elegance were to fashion itself into a home, this would be it. Your heels click across the polished wood as the butler leads you to where Comte is waiting for you. His library.

The garment bag is removed from your arms and he is speaking in that sonorous voice as he greets you but you are not listening. Your mind is trying to soak in the sight of the shelves, rows and rows of shelves, towering above you to meet the breathtaking molded ceiling. Surely this is heaven. Surely he is its keeper.

His hand on your shoulder steadies you, brings you back down to earth, to his warm gaze and the scent of sandalwood. Would you like a tour? You nod and his hand slips down until it takes yours, gentle at first, questioning. You tighten your grip, wordlessly telling him yes, this is ok. Yes you want this. His exhale of relief is audible.

“Let’s begin over here, with Molière.”

That night, your tree has added hundreds of tiny buds clustered throughout its green branches. Each flower bud a tiny pink universe waiting to be born.

He invites you to the cinema where you hold his hand, fingers interlaced as you lose yourselves in the story playing across the screen. The dream ends when the lights come on, scattering the wispy remnants of magic the movie spun around its audience.

You step out of the theater, hands still clasped together and stop as you notice the light haze of rain that has started falling. You glance at Comte. The bus stop you need to get to is several blocks down. He squeezes your hand.

"It doesn't look so bad, chérie. Shall we?"

You agree and together step out into the cool rain. For the first minute it really isn't so bad. The rain dampens your clothing, kisses your skin gently. But after that, it's as if the clouds decided the warm-up is over. The storm gathers its thunderous drums and flashy lightning guitars and the real show begins.

You jump as his arm gathers you close against his side for protection, a bulwark in the sudden downpour. Together you search for shelter through the blur of rain. It only takes you a second to remember where you are.

The oversized awning of the bookstore shields you from most of the heavy rain. You turn within the circle of Comte's protective embrace, your gaze slowly tracing a path up the pale column of his throat, the angle of his jaw, the curve of his lips where it stops, caught there like a thread on a nail. Something warm is unspooling within you, lifting you up to meet him as he leans down, both of you moving in unspoken tandem. Your eyes flutter closed and the world shrinks down to the feel of his lips on yours, cool with rainwater.

The moment your lips touch, you glow with the warmth you have felt in his presence from the beginning. It plunges into the furthest corners of your heart, taking root. As he cradles your head in his gentle hand, his mouth moving over yours, seeking and finding, you know.

You know.

He is yours, now and forever.

That night, you sleep in Comte’s strong arms. Your tattoo is in full bloom, a symphony of soft, pink cherry blossoms, a timeless concert of exquisite joy and breathtaking tenderness. A testament to the love of two souls, meant to be.

Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @alixennial @alexxavicry @rhodolitesrose @ikemen-writer @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @aria-chikage @tele86 @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @rhodoliteschaos @kpop-and-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @otomefoxystar @nightfoxqueen @myonlyjknight @bubblexly

#ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikemen vamp #ikevamp #ikevamp comte #comte de st germain #soulmate au #coffe shop au #bookstore au #different universe same love ccc #ikemen fanfiction #ikemen fanfic #otome fanfiction #violettwrites

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shygirl4991 · 4 months

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can i say brewing romance has got to be my fav fic of yours i think it has to be cause its going to be chapters of gay panic and i cant wait for it xD

oh yes i have planned to put these boys through the best gay panics

#smg4 #smg34 #smg43 #brewing romance #coffe shop au #ask shay #smg3

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lizaluvsthis · 2 days

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Don't be sad... I'm here aren't I...?

TIMELINE - FUTURE [NOT RELEVANT WITH THE CANON STORY]

Three has been feeling down lately and this involves the past... it seems like he couldn't even take those things out of his head.

But then suddenly, Four would be there and comfort his partner.

he gives his scars a quick kiss as a way of giving comfort for the lonely man.

(In a way if he's not in the right mind/mood to talk...)

2 More arts will be here soon so dont wait much!

#lizaluv #smg4 #smg34 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #shygirl4991 #my art #smg3 coffee n bombs #brewing romance #3's coffee n' bombs #3's coffee shop #3's coffee & bombs #coffe shop au

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kahatesevryone · 6 months

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Coffee shop au⁉️

Should I draw more of this 🗿

If so give me like lil ideas cus idk what else to draw for this au lmao 😭

#the music freaks #tmf drake #tmf drew #tmf jake #freakblr #tmf #coffeshop #coffe shop au

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whereserpentswalk · 5 months

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Coffee shop AUs are canceled, it's time to make grimdark low fantasy AUs for slice of life properties.

#fandom #196 #fan culture #AUs #fanfic #coffe shop au #grimdark

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merp0515 · 3 months

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“You're so handsome like this…”

I just wanna be your favorite (I just wanna be your favorite)

Pretty boy (pretty boy)

I get a rush when I make you blush

So I got no choice (so I got no choice)

I just wanna be your favorite (I just wanna be your favorite)

Handsome man (handsome man

)Big and strong, don't care how long

Don't got no plan (don't got no plan)

I just wanna be your fav (be your fav)

Pretty boy (pretty boy)

Or studly guy,

Just let me try to bring you joy (to bring you joy) - "Pretty Boy" by Naethan Apollo

Based on Brewing Romance's latest chapter! Pj design by @lizaluvsthis and AU by @shygirl4991 !

#smg4 #smg3 #smg4 fanart #smg3 fanart #smg34 #brewing romance #coffe shop au

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countrymusiclover · 2 months

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3 - A Sloan Date

Part 4

Feisty Coffee Girl

Running my fingers through my hair I chuckled nervously feeling my face turn red with the interns watching our interaction. “I guess I’m meeting you for the second time, Mark Sloan.”

My entire body had frozen at that moment. I reached into my pocket of my coat drawing out my phone. Scanning through my phone contacts I saw that the number had called me when I had picked up my daughter from school. “You've been blowing up my phone for almost two weeks.”

“I thought you would have called me back by now if you were interested and most people I’m with are typically interested when we first meet.” Mark responded to me shoving his hands inside his coat pockets.

Christina spoke up first behind us. “You know the Mark Sloan.”

“Not really. We only met one time when I worked at the coffee shop.” I corrected her statement before she assumed we had a long past together when we didn't.

Meredith raised a brow. “So how did you two meet?”

“He wanted a coffee and I gave him a scone recommendation. That was basically all.” I looked at the girl.

Izzie finally rounded the nurse desk grabbing me by the back of my jacket pushing me away from the coffee guy. “You listen here Mr. You stay away from her. She doesn't want anything to do with you!”

“Woah Iz dial it down a bit would ya. Nothing happened.” I pushed my way around her, not clear on what she was so pushy about. He was a guy that we were meeting for the first time. He couldn't wrong me from our first meeting.

Mark smiled at me, sending me a wink. “Don’t worry she'd have to let me take her on first before we could ever get serious.”

I felt my face turning red at his words and it only got deeper when our gaze locked onto the other. I didn't feel up to dating at the moment. I had my daughter to think about first and foremost before anybody else. “Mark, I'll at least take you up on your offer to buy me a drink.” I finally spoke towards the plastics surgeon.

“Y/n!” Izzie gasped in disgust.

Waving my hand at her I focused on Mark. “What time were you thinking or what time do you get off of work?”

“How about a quarter to never.” Izzir growled behind me.

Mark put his hands in the pockets of his dark pants. “I'd say around 7. Does that work for you?”

“That’s fine with me.” I replied back.

Someone cleared their throat behind him and we saw an older black guy standing before us. “Dr. Sloan can I see you in my office?”

“Sure chief. I'll see you tonight, feisty coffee girl.” Mark sent me a wink following him to his office on the next floor of the hospital.

Another doctor walks over to our group that had styled black hair and soft eyes that met in Meredith’s direction but says nothing for a few minutes. The man finally did say something to the group though. “So. Who’s the feisty coffee girl?”

“That would be me.” I raised my hand moving away from Izzie, extending my hand to the guy. “Y/n, Y/n Stevens .”

“Derek Shepherd. Nice to meet you. Uh I'm sorry but do you know the kid driving the wheelchair through the hospital?” Derek introduced himself before my eyes went wide, turning around on my feet.

I jumped backwards away from him when a wheelchair came running past us and I instantly saw my daughter being the one driving it through the hospital area. “Uh sorry but I have to go. I’ll see you later, Izzie. Eve!” Chasing after her it took me a good few minutes before I had caught up with her and we made our way home since I had to get ready for my date with a doctor.

“Why can’t I come with you?” Everly asked me eating her chicken bites that I had made for her in the oven.

Slipping on my tenna shoes I was standing in my bedroom with the door open so we could still talk. “Because where mommy is going tonight isn't a place for kids. Don't worry we will spend the whole day together tomorrow to make up for it.” I told my young child looking at myself in the mirror. I hadn’t been on a date in forever.

“I'll get it!” The doorbell rang with Everly opening it revealing Caroline who closed it behind her.

She sat her bag down searching for me. “Y/n, I want to see your outfit before the date tonight!”

“Does this look too simple? It feels too simple but we're just supposed to go out for drinks. I mean it isn't helping this is my first date since I had Eve basically but-” I was cut off with my best friend raising a hand.

She eyed my outfit, which was some ripped blue jeans and a light orange lace shirt that was short sleeved. I left my hair down where I had curled the ends of it to look slightly cuter. “You look cute and he clearly found you attractive in your work uniform so you shouldn’t have to worry.”

“Okay I’ll choose to believe you.” I smiled, calling my daughter over. “Everly!”

She ran over to me when I lowered myself down to a knee hugging her before I left for the evening. “Promise me that you will be super good for Caroline while I am gone.” She looped her pinky with mine and I did the same making our promise. The bar that we were meeting at was near my apartment building so I could just walk down there. Walking down a few different streets I entered the bar seeing Mark sitting at one of the bar tables.

“There’s my feisty coffee girl.” Mark smirked when I sat down on the barstool across from him sitting my bag on the edge of the table. His eyes scanned over me not dropping the smirk. “You look cuter than you did in your work uniform.”

I blushed, snorting out a laugh. “I would hope so, Dr. Sloan.”

“Dr. Sloan, you don’t gotta call me that when we aren’t in the hospital. We’re on a first name basis aren’t we?” Mark smiled with a waitress bringing over two shots of tequila.

Picking up the glass I corrected my last statement. “My bad, Mark. But if we’re on a first name basis, call me Y/n.” We both raised our shot glasses and downed the drink yet I scrunch my nose at the bitter taste not used to doing strong alcohol.

“You okay, Y/n?” Mark asked, seeing the reaction on my face.

Covering my face with my freehand sitting my glass down on the table. When I got pregnant with Eve I didn’t have my first real drink until the day she went to elementary school. “Sorry tequila ain’t my thing.”

“We can go for something lighter. I ain’t picky especially if we can meet up again.” He met my gaze, waving the waiter over to get some different shots for us. We had done about four or five different shots just talking about his job and my job.

I wasn’t sure if I could tell him about my daughter yet. Most of the time when I did guys pretty much didn’t call me back after the date or just left during the date. If it was just me and Eve for a few more years I’d be somewhat okay with that. “You really want a second date. I didn’t think a simple coffee shop girl would impress a plastic surgeon.”

“You’re not a simple coffee girl, Y/n.” Mark sat his glass down reaching for my freehand laying on the table intertwining his with mine. “There’s something about you that interests me.”

I blurted out the question feeling embarrassed the second I said it. “You aren’t just saying that so I’ll sleep with you?”

“I’ll prove it.” He responded quickly back.

A curious look crossed my face. “How ya gonna do that?”

“While we keep going out I won’t sleep with anyone else. I won’t even mention it unless you want me too. Does that seem fair?” Mark squeezing my hand waiting for my response.

Squeezing his hand in mine I agreed to the offer not knowing what I was getting myself and my daughter at some point into. “Sounds like an interesting challenge. I accept it.” The night ended with him walking me back to my building and nothing more.

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