A Fakiru prompt.
"The bluest blue to ever freaking blue."
Not the most dignified thought Fakir had ever had, certainly not even poetic (which was extremely embarrassing considering his chosen career), but it was the thought that dominated his mind when his eyes met the eyes of the slim girl freshening his coffee.
"Anything else for you tonight, sir?"
"Oh uh..." Fakir felt his face heat up as he looked down at his laptop's keys, then over at his now full coffee and the half eaten sandwich sitting next to the aforementioned coffee and laptop. "No, I'm fine. Thanks."
"Alrighty, if you need anything just let me know," the waitress cheerily chirped before turning to go check on the next table, a long braid of brilliant, strawberry blond hair swaying behind her.
Fakir reached for his coffee as he looked back at the screen, trying to read over the last few words he had written. "I've never seen anything so… just so blue before," his mind mutinously thought. Fakir stopped bothering with reading and reached for his sandwich, he had come here to get some food after all. As he thoughtfully chewed his eyes trailed after the waitress as she hurried towards the back, her impossibly blue eyes shining brightly.
Fakir turned his attention back to his screen and frowned as he tried reading it again, tried to get back into the flow. His fingers had been racing over the keys just a moment ago, surely his inspiration wasn't that fickle. The waitress had come back out of the kitchen, the coffee pot replaced with a small dish of ice cream as she and a couple other workers headed towards one of the other tables. Fakir grimaced, he hated the typical diner birthday songs. Didn't they know the copyright on the quintessential birthday song had lapsed? Still, his eyes trailed after the small group as the waitress smilingly placed the ice cream before a rather embarrassed looking teenager and then started clapping and singing with her coworkers. Since her coworkers were both men her voice was easy to pick out, not to mention that she seemed far more enthusiastic than her coworkers.
Fakir crammed the rest of the sandwich in his mouth and chewed furiously, then gulped his too hot coffee to help swallow the too big mass. With a glare at his screen he just started typing out what he could remember of his mental notes for the article. He'd go back and flesh it out on the rewrite. Still, even as he typed he was still aware that the waitress was laughing with one of her coworkers as she headed into the back again.
Was given the prompt "The bluest blue to ever freaking blue" and the pairing Fakiru, then this happened. I always enjoy an embarrassed, flustered, blushing Fakir so much.