Pretty Little Liars One Shot

"Thank you," you smiled at the barista as you turned around to walk out of The Brew. As you walked past the queue, someone stepped into your way, the two of your colliding. The coffee you had been holding was squashed, overflowing over your white shirt, staining it brown.

The person you bumped into, stopped you from falling, supporting you, getting covered in the coffee too.

"I'm so sorry," the man stated, helping you stand up properly before leaning over to grab a wad of napkins and pat down your wet shirt. He quickly realised where he was patting and dropped the napkins apologising again.

"It's okay," you smiled softly. "Accidents happen."

He handed you more napkins, running a hand through his hair awkwardly.

"I'm really sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Please let me buy you another drink as an apology."

You gave him a warm smile and agreed, knowing he did feel bad. He asked you if you'd like to take a seat and he'd bring the drinks over, also taking your order. You did as you were told, taking a seat in the corner, and waited for him to join you. A few minutes later he sat down opposite you, handing you a mug to replace the to-go cup he spilled, offering you a smile.

"I'm really sorry for ruining your drink," he said softly. "I'm Dean by the way."

"Honestly it's okay. Got to say, not a huge fan of my new fashion choice, but I have time to have a drink with you, go home and get changed before going to work," you smiled. "I'm Y/N."

You took a sip of your drink.

"Where do you work?" He asked.

"The high school, I'm a guidance counsellor," you shrugged. "What do you do?"

You had always wanted to help people, and helping young people was one of the most rewarding things you could think of. You had always wanted to be there for teenagers at the high school, in a way that you needed when you were their age.

"I'm a drug and alcohol abuse counsellor," he stated.

The two of you talked endlessly about your jobs, and how you enjoyed being there for other people, it turned out you had a lot in common. Even though you had a terribly damp shirt, and it was sticky and horrible, you enjoyed sitting in The Brew talking to Dean and getting to know him. You checked your watch and realised if you didn't leave now, you wouldn't be able to get changed before going to work.

"I'm really sorry, but I've got to go, I don't think the students will appreciate me in this," you smiled gesturing to your shirt.

"It was really nice getting to know you, I'm sorry about the circumstances that got us to talk," he chuckled.

You decided to grasp the last fragment of your courage and sent him a large and hopeful smile. "Maybe we could do it again sometime?"

He nodded his head. "I'd like that."

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Written by Charlotte.

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