Title: Not Another Cliche Love Story! Part 4.
Fandom: X-Men movieverse
Characters: ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU, Ryro. Probably will be funny, not angsty and most likely a little cliche. In honor of Psych getting cleared of all charges.
Author's Notes: Parts will probably be very short.
Marie grabbed a couple cranberry-almond muffins and a coffee, depositing them at a couple's table. They barely took the time to thank her, completely wrapped up in each other. The door swung open and the bells chimed as she headed back to the counter. She started to put donuts in a box for a to-go order and, at the sound of the small service bell chiming repeatedly, she spoke over her shoulder,
"Just a second."
John leaned his elbows on the counter and grinned. This was just the thing he needed to turn his day around. He hit the bell again, just to be obnoxious.
She spun around, thinking to herself how impatient some people could be, and nearly smiled at him, at the last second keeping her professional veneer just to mess with him a bit.
"Can I help you, sir?"
His grin widened and she raised an eyebrow as he scanned her body slowly and deliberately,
"Depends. Do you work here?"
"No, I'm just borrowing the apron," She dead-panned, "Yeah, I do. Today was my first day."
He shook his head,
"Why are you turning up everywhere I go? Are you stalking me or something?
"Yes." She replied.
"Well, then. You're lucky you're pretty 'cuz otherwise I'd have to file charges.
"Yay," She smiled, "So, what are you doing here?"
"I come here every day for lunch."
Marie blinked at him, "You come to a bakery for lunch?"
"Yup." He nodded.
"Every day?"
"Yup." He nodded again.
"Damn. I liked this job, too."
"Huh?"
"Now I have to quit. I can't put up with you everyday."
"Ha. Ha. Well, if you don't get to work soon you'll be fired before you get the chance. Come on, lady." He pretended to be annoyed. Not very well, she thought.
"Okay, okay. What' s your order, sir?"
"Chocolate eclair and a slice of apple pie, please. For here."
"That's your lunch?"
"How many times must we go over this? Yes. The eclair's mine, the pie's for a friend."
"Ohh, so much better." She turned and began to get his order together.
"I'm glad you agree. You should join me."
"Did you just tell me I should get back to work? Price's 4.75."
He pulled out the money and handed it to her, "Don't you have a break? It's noon."
"Yeah, I guess." She glanced in the back as if unsure and tore off his receipt.
He pointed to the bakery case, "What do you want?"
"Oh, nothing. I'm not hungry."
"Why do you always say that?"
"Do I?"
"Pick something." He demanded.
"Okay, then." She scanned the items and their prices.
"Don't just get the cheapest thing to be polite."
She raised an eyebrow, "I wasn't going too. I was going to pick the most expensive thing there."
He chuckled and she grabbed a piece of Mud Pie topped with whipped cream and, who woulda thought, hot fudge.
"There, happy?"
"Estatic." He pulled out his wallet again and gave her the money to cover it. She took off her apron and they made their way to a table.
Her boss had to remind her three times to come back to work. His boss lectured him when he got back to work, 30 minutes late.
End Part Four.