A/N: Sorry i haven't updated any of my other fics in a while. In the meantime, here's a small oneshot i literally just came up with.
Dear god, why had Marceline had agreed to this? Going into the tiny coffee shop was one thing to ruin her reputation off badassery but...asking the cute pink haired barista out on a date? It was at times like this that Marceline wished she hadn't gotten into stupid bets with her brother.
Speaking of the devil, he was sat at one of the tables, flirting with some random blonde haired boy who looked so incredibly flustered it was almost laughable. He looked up at her and grinned the same old Abadeer grin that adorned their faces most of the time and gave her a hearty thumbs up.
"Yeah..." Marceline breathed, unsure of her own thumbs up back to the raven haired boy. She quickly straightened her jacket and took a look around the cafe as she walked towards the bar.
Not her best idea.
Almost immediately she collided with someone. Luckily Marceline caught the drinks in her hand and managed to put them back into the cup holder before they scolded her but who cared about that when she was staring into the most crystal clear blue eyes she had ever seen. There were approximately 18 freckles adorning her cheeks and nose and oh my god did she look adorable.
"Uh.." Being the smooth talker she was, Marceline quickly jutted out her free arm and grinned a slightly lop sided smile. "Marceline." The barista giggled slightly and took the drinks back, taking the hand with a smirk.
"Bonnibel and..." She looked up quizzically, almost unsure of whether or not to carry on. "Do you always crash into strangers or am i just an exception?" Marceline floundered slightly, mouth opening and closing because the girl in front of her was flirting and she had no idea how to reply.
"M-Marceline." It came out as a mumble, thankfully, but Bonnibel heard it anyway and decided that it was amusing to see a complete stranger try and win her over with walking into her and just plain awkwardness.
"You...should call me." And it worked. "One minute, let me get a napkin." The pink haired girl skipped back towards the bar and grabbed a napkin, pulling out a pen from her apron and scribbling her number down before walking back over to Marceline.
"When do you get off work?" Finally, a sentence that had been correctly formed and didn't make her sound like some fool.
"Ten minutes." And with a wink, she was gone.