Title: The Coffee Shop
Pairing: Greg/OC
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: None of this is true. And I own none of the characters. Not one of them.
Faith anxiously waited in her living room for Greg to arrive, glancing at the clock regularly, time seemed to be passing by far too slowly. She began to impatiently tap her heel foot on the floor. At first she thought that Greg would cancel at the last minute, or just not turn up. She thought she knew him better than that, but there was a part of her brain full of niggling doubt. It was that uncertainty that meant she had not thought about what to wear for their meal until two o'clock that afternoon, where a frantic search through her wardrobe revealed nothing suitable to wear. In a blind panic she had rushed out to the nearest mall to find something she deemed acceptable.
Faith stood up and smoothed down her silky blue shirt dress. The shop assistant had gone for the hard sell with it, saying how it brought out the colour of her eyes. In her flustered state she had fallen for the sales patter and ended up spending far too much on it. But, she had to admit, she did look good in the dress, and it looked superb over her black trousers. She hugged her knees as she sat back down. The clock seemed to be ticking louder than ever, as if to indicate she was doomed to be alone.
If it reached 7:20 and he still hadn't arrived then that was it, she was changing into her pyjamas and breaking open the ice-cream.
7:05
7:10
7:15
Faith sighed as the clock began to tick its way towards 7:20. She had obviously been stood up and could not quite believe it. She began to unzip her boots as a solitary tear rolled out of her eye and down her cheek, landing silently on her dress.
She jumped out of the chair as the doorbell rang. Surely Greg did not have the cheek to turn up 20 minutes late for their date?
She opened the door and the first thing she saw was a huge bunch of flowers, which seemed to have a pair of legs. Greg's apologetic face peered round the edge of the bouquet. Faith didn't know whether to be angry with him, or give him a big hug for being so sweet! Instead she just stared at him, waiting for him to speak.
Greg lowered the flowers before words began to tumble out of his mouth. "I'm so sorry I'm late Faith. I didn't think I was gonna make it at all, my boss wanted me to work, and then Nick spoke to him, and he managed to persuade him to let me have the night off, and then traffic was bad, and I wanted to buy you some flowers, but I couldn't find a florist that was still open, so had to drive around a bit to find one. And when I did it was really busy and I had to wait. So I got the extra big bouquet for you and I'm sorry." Faith instantly knew she would forgive him, so stepped back in the doorway so he could come in. "Thanks Greg, they're beautiful, I'll just put them in water and we can go. I wish you'd have rung me to say you were late though, I was beginning to think you weren't coming." Greg scratched the back of his head nervously. "I did think of that, until I realised I didn't have your number!" "Well," Faith replied "We'll just have to make sure we swap numbers later so it doesn't happen again." At the word 'again' a wide smile spread across Greg's face. Faith linked her arm through Greg's. "C'mon then Greg, I'm starving, let's go."