You had a long day. You woke up an hour past your alarm, throwing on clothes, brushing your teeth while brushing your hair, and quickly applying a touch of makeup. You grabbed your jacket, bag, and keys and ran out the door, desperate to catch the bus.
Of course, you arrived at the stop just as it pulled away. A frustrated sigh escaped your lips. You could wait an hour for the next bus, or walk the forty minutes to work. Fixing your hair, you hurried along, ensuring your hastily chosen outfit – yesterday’s black jeans, a white top, and a denim jacket snagged from the floor – wasn’t a complete disaster. Exhausted, you finally arrived at work and mumbled an excuse about a broken bus to your boss, slumping into your chair and looking over your designs. You worked as an interior designer.
After finishing a multitude of room layouts, it was finally time to go home. You stood up, knocking your bag over in the process. Growling at yourself, you stuffed everything back inside and headed for the bus stop. Sitting on the bus, you wondered how one day could go so wrong.
You stepped off in front of the cafe you always passed. *I deserve a break,* you thought, opening the door and inhaling the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. A content sigh slipped out as you ordered your favourite drink. Taking a seat near the window, you sipped it and glanced around the cafe, and your gaze locked with a pair of striking blue eyes across the room.
The man was incredibly attractive. Broad shoulders were covered by a blue t-shirt, and dirty blond hair framed a handsome face. A leather jacket lay draped over the chair beside him. He looked at you and smiled. You quickly looked away, a blush rising in your cheeks, and reached for your book.
You were just getting engrossed in the story when you heard someone clear their throat. You looked up to see the blue-eyed man standing at your table, looking nervous.
“I-is this seat taken?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck.
“Not at all,” you smiled. His face lit up as he sat down.
“My name’s Steve,” he said, locking eyes with you once more. You felt your cheeks warm.
“(Y/n),” you replied. He immediately struck up a conversation about the book you were reading, asking you to explain it and offering suggestions, particularly classic novels he thought everyone should read. He told you about his favourite books, and you quickly realized who he was.
“Wait… you’re Captain America!” you exclaimed. He chuckled, turning red as he nodded. The conversation flowed on for a long while, changing topics from books to films to random facts about each other. It felt like you’d known Steve for years, and you knew you could talk to him for hours.
As you spoke about hobbies and shared stories, you made mental notes of his mannerisms. How he scratched his neck when nervous, how his face lit up when talking about his friends and past memories. Quickly, you realized you were developing a crush on the man in front of you.
You glanced at your watch and realized it was almost 8pm. You’d been talking to Steve for three hours.
“I’m really sorry, I have to get home,” you explained, a hint of sadness in your voice. Steve noticed your reluctance to leave and quickly spoke up.
“That’s okay, doll,” he smiled, and you blushed at the nickname. “Can I walk you home?”
“That would be nice, thank you,” you replied, happiness shining in your eyes.
You both left the cafe, still laughing and joking. Suddenly, a chill ran through you.
“Are you cold?” Steve asked, looking down at you.
“A little,” you admitted. He draped his leather jacket around your shoulders. You thanked him, pulling it tighter, feeling warmer, but still shivering slightly. Noticing this, Steve wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side.
“Is this okay?” he checked, his face flushing.
“Definitely.”
You felt a pang of sadness as you approached your apartment and slowed to a stop. Steve’s arm left your shoulders, and you handed him his jacket, thanking him again.
“I had a really good time today,” he said shyly. “Maybe you’d want to do it again?”
“Yeah, I would really like that,” you replied, looking into his blue eyes that had drawn you in. You exchanged numbers.
Your breath caught as you watched Steve lean down slowly, giving you a chance to stop him. Instead of stopping, you rose onto your toes and met him halfway. Your lips moved in sync, and you felt Steve smile into the kiss as your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist. Eventually, you pulled apart, smiling wide.
“Wow,” he whispered. You both chuckled.
“Bye, Steve, I’ll text you,” you said, heading for the door.
“See you, doll,” he replied, smirking, before giving you a long hug and walking down the street.
You ran into the building, sprinting up the stairs, jamming your keys in the lock, and flinging open the door behind you. Then, you let out a happy squeal and flopped onto your bed, feeling no shame. What you didn’t know was that when Steve rounded the corner, he let out a quiet squeal, fist-pumping the air before quickly messaging his best friend, Bucky.
What a day.