A/N: Okay yeah. I should be updating Frosted Avengers. But I'm desperately avoiding writing an action scene, namely because I suck at them, so then I saw this prompt that was just like "AU in which half your OTP is a tattoo artist, the other half is a florist." And then this came out, kind of half that, half coffee shop AU? But yeah, lemme know what you think, and FA shall be updated soon! By this weekend, probably. :)

Honestly, Darcy couldn't help but notice him. The coffee shop she frequented wasn't that big, and someone who showed up in a slacks and a button up everyday was certainly different from the normal clientele, who looked more like…well, more like her. Leather jacket, tanktop, tattoos, multiple piercings… It was on that side of town, and he stood out like a sore thumb.

A very nice looking sore thumb. Tall and lean, but she was sure there were some nice abs under that shirt. And when he rolled up the sleeves on warm days, she nearly started drooling. Not to mention his eyes. Bright emerald green, the kind featured in romance novels. It was enough to make a girl lose her head.
But all she did was look. He was definitely off limits, they were obviously different. He looked like the type of guy who wanted one of the housewives straight out of the fifties, and she definitely wasn't that type of girl.

Although she'd bet he was good in bed. The smile he directed at the cashier was always equal parts naughty and nice, and she wouldn't mind seeing the rest of the naughty.

She was sitting in the corner, sipping a pumpkin spice latte and not so inconspicuously checking out his ass, when he turned, those green eyes meeting hers. She almost couldn't stop the blush that seemed to rise automatically, but she met his gaze with a raised eyebrow.

Oh yeah, there was that smile. His eyes looked her over for a brief moment before he had to turn to get his coffee. She gave a sigh that was equal parts relief and disappointment and turned her attention back to the sketchbook she'd been doodling in, new ideas for designs.

She jumped a little when a throat cleared right next to her and looked up. She could feel her eyes widening when she saw him.

"I've seen you in here before." Wow, he even had a bit of a British accent. Darcy was pretty sure she was in love with his voice.

"Um. Yeah. I come here a lot." Well that was eloquent. Think, Darcy!

"I've seen you too?" She offered. Hell, she couldn't have missed him. He gave a smile, more just a quirk of the lips, then motioned to the seat across from her.
"May I?" He asked politely and she just nodded. This was all too surreal.

"I noticed your tattoo and was wondering where you got it." He explained abruptly. Now that made sense. Her tattoo was pretty epic. A dragon, winding its way around her body, the only part showing when she had clothes on was a bit that ran across her back and shoulders, then the head that went down her left arm. She was still working on getting it fully colored in, green and black being the main colors. She grinned at him.

"You thinking about a tattoo?" She asked, evaluating him all over again. Yeah, he'd be a fun one. The ink would just contrast so nicely with his pale skin…she licked her lips, already itching to do it. He looked a little nervous, drumming his fingers on the table, but nodded.

"Yes. A bet gone sideways, but I want it to look nice. Yours is…artistic." Well that was certainly a polite way to put it. She nodded though, flipping through her sketchbook to a fresh page.

"All right, what sort of design were you thinking of?"