Hullo. I'm nottellingu and this is my first Jily fic. It's muggle!jily / modern!jily au. If you can see the cover of this story you might see a list of prompts. I found them on pinterest and really liked them. So shout-out to the creator of the prompts! I owe you one. I'll be doing all of these and another set. So let's get to the first one, shall we?

Prompt #1:I walk into the stock room and you're halfway through a window and seem to be balancing on a stack of boxes. You don't even work here what the HELL do you think you're doing.

It was a rather slow day at the café. James Potter stood by the cashier's counter, bored out of his mind. There were only a few customers seated at the table as opposed to the usually noisy café.

He observed a group of students sitting together, frantically poring over notes and downing vats of coffee. One of them - the one with strawberry blonde hair – rubbed wearily at his eyes and continued to skim through his books. Another pair seemed to be testing each other with flash cards. Probably finals week, James surmised.

An old couple sat at another table, talking amicably. As the man with salt and pepper hair said something, the woman laughed – a melodious sound. Quite possibly talking of their beautiful kids and reminiscing the good ol' days.

By the window sat a young man who looked to around James's age. He watched the world outside with a contemplative eye. His sandy brown hair was neatly combed on his egg shaped head. Two cups of coffee sat before him which James thought strange.

"Oi James, get a few cups from the back room, will you?" Marlene McKinnon's voice came from behind the coffee machine. "We're almost out."

James sighed and nodded his head. He trudged to the stock room. James opened the door to the dingy stock room. Once his bespectacled eyes adjusted to the dark surroundings, he saw a bum wriggling out of the tiny window. It was a nice bum. He shook his head clear of any problematic thoughts and cleared his throat.

"Excuse me, but what the hell do you think you're doing?"

The person jumped and James heard a dull thunk and a muffled 'Ouch". The person – evidently a woman – slid themselves out of the window and hopped off the boxes upon which she'd been standing.

She rubbed the top of her head. James realised she had a face that matched her bum. She had vibrant red hair and luminous green eyes. Her pretty pink mouth offered him a sheepish smile. The woman looked to be in her early twenties yet she stood like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"I-er...I was having a bad date," she said. James let out a short, surprised laugh. "So you're first thought was to sneak out through the back window?"

"No actually. I tried choking but he just thumped me on my back." Colour rose to her face and her ears tinged pink.

James laughed harder. The girl winced. She brushed the dust off her black velvet skirt and straightened her green cardigan. She raised her hand and nursed her bumped head.

Once James stopped laughing, he registered the fact that the gorgeous redhead had a considerable bump on her head.

"Would you like an ice pack for that?" James asked.

"Yes, please."

James walked out of the stock room amd grabbed an ice pack from the walk-in freezer. He went back to stock room amd handed it the woman. A round of awkward smiles and fumbling hands ensued. The woman settled herself on the boxes and James leaned on the wall opposite to her.

"James! Get the cups! NOW!" Marlene shouted.

"On my way! Quit nagging, woman!" James yelled back. He reached around the woman for the stack of cups. She was even more striking up close. "Be right back."

He rushed out of the room amd hurled the cups at Marlene.

"Than-"

"Yeah, yeah. If Moody asks, I'm on break," James didn't stop to listen to her response and made his way back to the woman.

"So you're name is James?" she asked.

"Yeah, James Potter."

"Nice to meet you James Potter. I'm Lily Evans," she stretched her hand out. James shook it.

"Out of curiousity, what does your date think you're doing right now?"

"Oh, he thinks I'm attending a business call. Too bad he doesn't know I'm fresh out of uni and unemployed," she smirked.

James grinned,"Nice."

"Hmm... Well thanks for the ice pack and um... sorry for tresspassing." She grabbed her heels and bag from the floor. She slung the bag on her shoulder and slipped her feet into her heels. She gave him the ice pack. "Must get back to Mr. High-and-Mighty."

"Wait, I thought you wanted out."

"Oh, I do." She had a look of longing on her face.

"Then I'll help you."

"You will?" Her face brightened.

"Sure. I can't help myself when I see a damsel in distress. Besides, I've had my fair share of bad dates."

Lily looked relieved.

"Oh thank you,thank you, thank you." She gushed. "I could kiss you right now."

James looked flustered and ruffled his jet black hair. "Hold on, I haven't told you my rescue plan."

She grinned; her eyes lit up.

"We're going to act as if you slipped on some water while attending your call. You hit your head and might have a concussion. So you need to go to the hospital and get it checked. Unfortunately, your date has to be cut short."

"Yup, unfortunately," she drawled. James grinned appreciatively.

"Shall we?" James held the door open. Lily stepped out, paused and turned to James.

"D'you think I could get that ice pack again? Dramatic effect."

"I like the way you think, Evans." They made a quick pitstop to get the ice pack and then Lily led the way to her date.

James had to give it to her – she knew how to act. She winced each time the ice pack jostled. Her facial features were rearranged to express mild pain and discomfort.

Lily stopped by the man who James had earlier noticed with two cups of coffee.

"Charles, I'm sorry but I'm afraid we'll have to cut this date short."

'Charles' rose from his seat, looking alarmed at the sight of an injured Lily. "Lily! What happened?!"

James stepped in. "She slipped and hit her head. I found her lying on the floor trying to get up. I suggest you take her to a hospital, Sir. Y'know, to make sure she doesn't have a concussion or anything."

"Slipped?" Mr. High-and-Mighty turned to Lily. "How?"

Lily muttered something about water and not looking where she was going. She adjusted the icepack and hissed in "pain" convincingly.

The man looked positively livid. "I should have you all sued! Is this how you run this place?! Water on the floor?! With no caution board?!"

Lily lay a soothing hand on his chest and cooed. "It's alright, Charles. It was my fault; I wasn't looking. Anyway I need to get to a hospital."

Charles cooled down. "Right. I'll bring the car 'round."

"No!" Lily said quickly. Too quickly. "I mean, it's fine. Mary's on her way."

"Oh." Charles looked disappointed. "Well then, I'll wait with you."

"Honestly Charles, I'll be fine. This nice young man"-she gestured to James-"will be here. You go home. Wouldn't want to be late for your sister's engagement with the Prince of Geneva."

James detected a hint of ridicule in her tone but Mr. High-and-Mighty apparently didn't notice.

Charles nodded and kissed Lily on the cheek. "Call me later?"

"Sure." Charles turned and left. "Not." Lily added. She collapsed into the chair and sighed in relief.

James sat in a chair opposite to her. "What was wrong with him? Seemed like a nice bloke."

"One can only take so much boasting of all his huge mansions and fancy cars before you want to run him over with said car."

James chuckled, "One of my dates lectured me about the evils of dating apps and went on to rant about her ex who she'd met via the same app." They laughed. "Oh and she forbade me from drinking any alcohol. Our date was at a pub."

Still laughing, she got up and hitched her bag higher on her shoulder.

"Thank you James, for being my knight in"-she took in his attire-"brown smock. And they say chivalry is dead."

"You're welcome but um...," he ran his hand through his unruly hair,"...my intentions aren't all that honourable."

"Oh?"

"I-er... I was... um...hoping you'd agree to go on a... uh... date with me if I bailed you out of your shitty one." My, that was painful. James closed his eyes and braced himself to be slapped. The slap didn't come. He tentatively opened one eye. Lily was regarding him with amusement.

"Quite forward of you, Sir Potter." James laughed nervously.

"Well, it's the least I can do. I accept, Sir Potter," She bowed in a curtsy. James could scarcely believe it. He, James Potter, had a date with her, Lily Evans.

"Oh, brilliant." James smile lit up his whole face. Quick as a flash he whipped out his phone and asked for her number. They exchanged numbers.

She bid him adieu and as she was walking out of the café, she saluted him.

When she had left and the door closed behind her, James did a happy jig. His glasses slid down his nose and his smock untied.

His phone buzzed in his back pocket. He had a message from Lily Evans.

A video of his happy dance was what he saw. His phone beeped again. This time it was a text message.

'If you try to bail out of this date, I'll make this viral. :)'

Well, that was fun. I'm not quite satisfied with how it came out (I blame writer's OCD. Don't give me that look. It's a thing) but I would love to hear your thoughts. My friends said it was amazing but they have to say that. They're my friends. So tell me honestly what you thought. And if you want to give me prompt leave it in the reviews or PM me. I'll see what I can do.

Cheerio!