Chapter 2
A cool shiver went down your spine after Piotr ..or.. Peter shut the door.
Oh my god he’s so cute, In a scruffy and ragged kind of way. Maybe he’ll order again and your paths will cross once more. You shoved the generous tip money in your bag and went on about your evening, definitely not daydreaming about the muscly, scruffy tall man with big blue eyes.
“I’m in love!” You barged into the cafe ready to spill all the details of your recent encounter to your coworkers.
It was after closing time so you could be as unabashed about your feelings as you wanted.
The kitchen staff collectively let out a sigh. Let’s just say this definitely wasn’t the first time you barged in telling everyone you were in love
“Who is is this time y/n?” Jeannie asked with exasperated tone.
“Oh hush, you love it.” You teased back.
She rolled her eyes at you as she wiped down the counter.
“It was this guy I just delivered to. He was tall and handsome! In a rugged kind of way.”
You grabbed a pile of dishes and put them in the sink. You happily helped close up while filling others in on every detail of your encounter with Peter.
“You’re such a hopeless romantic.” Jeannie teased.
“Yeah, well, what can I say.” You said hanging up your apron.
As you and the other staff departed for the night, you wished them a goodnight and went home. Thankfully you’d be back on day shift soon after picking up a few nights for some extra cash.
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it had been weeks since your encounter with...Piotr..or Peter. You had resumed your normal routine, because why wouldn’t you? It’s not like you thought about his pretty blue eyes all the time or that spark when your hands touched.
Unfortunately, it was the end of your 15 minute break, so time to stop daydreaming about him and get back to waiting tables. Not that you were a romantic, (you definitely were but to admit it would result in endless teasing from your work friends) but something just felt different.
You were working your usual morning shift at the cafe today, it was uneventful so far. You were thankful for that though. Working with the public, you never knew what you were getting into.
You walked over to the broad shouldered man sitting in the corner booth.
“Good morning, my name is y/n and I’ll be taking care of you today. What can I get started for you?”
He looked up and a pair of familiar blue eyes looked back at you.
It was Piotr
Your swore you saw a flash of recognition grace his features.
“Good morning.” He said flashing you a polite smile. As he placed his breakfast order, you noticed a few things.
He looked a lot better than when you first saw him, he was clean shaven, didn’t smell like booze and he had gotten a haircut.
“Sure coming right up!” You said overly cheerful at 8:00 in the morning.
Damn, chill y/n it’s too early for all that. You told yourself.
You weren’t sure if you should say anything about when you met Peter before. On one hand that would be super weird, and on the other hand that’d still be really weird, y/n come on.
After giving it some thought, you decided not to. Unless he said something. But it didn’t seem like he was going to.
..
Colossus decided to get back into his old hobbies again, hoping it would bring him out of his funk. The cafe sat at the entrance to a city park so he had brought his sketch pad with him, hoping to get some quick doodles in. Plus maybe he would see that pretty lady, (y/n).
“Okay here you are, Peter, Anything else?”
Shit! Fuck. just called his name. Maybe he didn’t notice
He looked up from the paper he was scribbling on.
“This will be all, y/n thank you.”
Oh, shit. He called you be name, he definitely remembered.
“Great.”
You turned and headed to the kitchen cursing yourself.
You looked over your shoulder at the dark haired man once more.
He was concentrated on his drawing.
‘Don’t fuck this up y/n.’ you thought to yourself.
You barged into the kitchen, hoping Jeannie was there.
Your eyes darted around the room until you found her- that gorgeous red hair always caught your eye.
“Jeannie, wait!” You ran over to her.
“I’m busy, (y/n).” She explained as he held a plate of food in each hand.
“I know…but..He’s here!”
“Who?”
“Peter!”
“Peter?”
“You know..Peter.”
Her brown knitted in confusion.
“The one she is in love with! Most recent!” One of the line cooks shouted out.
“Thank you Jeremy!” You exclaimed. At least someone listened to you.
“Oh yeah. Well, good. Maybe you can actually talk to him.”
“No. You don’t understand! I called him by name.”
“(Y/n) you are overthinking this, just chill.” She said and walked out the kitchen doors to the dining room.
Just chill. Just chill you thought to yourself.
Thankfully you were pretty chill throughout the rest of your time with Peter. Chill meaning being able to serve him without combusting.
When you went back to get the ticket he had already left, but he gave you a good tip and doodled a little drawing on the receipt. It was a flower; a tulip to be exact.
You decided to keep it for yourself. The cafe won’t miss one receipt.