Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 88

IT'S BEEN A minute since Y/N asked what they wanted. But he only responded with a look, analyzing almost every feature on her face like she was a piece in an art exhibit. Had she not known that it was Five underneath the mustache, she would've slapped him in the face and called him a perv without a second thought.

"All due respect sir, but do you expect me to read your mind or...?"

'Cause I can't do that anymore. Y/N internally added as an intended pun for herself. Her remark seemed to have snapped him out of his trance when he apologetically looked away. "Right." Five asked, "Um, what are your recommendations?"

"Well, our beignets are pretty good -- they're still fluffy even at room temperature." Y/N replied.

"I'll take two of those, then." He nodded.

Everything seemed to be going quite smoothly, talking to Five again. She may not show a lot of emotion, but inside, her nerves were wracking excessively. Holding herself back from doing anything rash to catch him off guard was one thing, but to say something that'd make her suspicious was a challenge. He never was one to trust anybody so easily after all.

"But I still gotta make a new pot of coffee, so is if okay for you to wait--"

"How did you know I wanted black coffee?"

Unfortunately, Y/N's words were more slippery than she thought. "Intuition." She answered with a shrug.

But he remained to narrow his eyes at her as he coolly shoved his hands in his pockets, letting it known that he was onto her. She just didn't know what he was suspecting from her.

Luckily, the place she worked in let her take things into context, "Plus, you are in a café," she remarked logically, "and when there's a café, there's caffeine... and that includes tea. I'm sorry, would you rather have tea?"

"I would actually rather have tea," Lila chimed from her seat, "with milk, thank you very much." Apparently, the whole café was quiet enough to hear everyone even at a few yards without shouting.

"That is duly noted. And you, sir?"

Y/N diverted her eyes back to Five, still keeping up with her collected demeanor despite the doubt written across Five's face. "How long do I have to wait for the coffee?" He asked in defeat, referring back to her question.

"About 10 minutes along with the other things." She answered the boy.

That being said, Five paid for everything after Y/N gave him the summed price of their order and received his change. He himself was expecting to head back to his table, though his feet suddenly felt heavy that they refused to move even if he tried. He remained standing there, his eyes being helplessly fixated on her as she wrote down his receipt.

I've heard her voice before, he thought, but where have I heard it? Where have I seen her before?

Much to his dismay, everything he had in mind was running down to the tip of his tongue on the spot. Even though Five believed he'd never met this girl his entire life, he felt as though he needed to take a better look at her to try and recognize her.

Awkwardly enough, he couldn't help but look away when she caught him at a glance. Then he ended up looking at her again when she looked away.

"It's rude to stare."

Y/N had eventually had enough of it that she confronted Number Five before she gently tore the receipt from the pad. "Sorry?" He asked, coming to his own senses.

"I said, it's rude to stare," she repeated. "If you do that to someone else, they might gouge your eyes out." She chuckled, tying back an apron around her waist.