Shawn Mendes Imagines (Editing + Open Requests)

♬2.3 - Coffee Shop - Part 2

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Thanks for all the support over the last few weeks, here's part two to Coffee Shop❤️

You could call yourself a health freak — maybe.
You walk your dog every third day, jog the rest of the week, don't eat red meat, but also require caffeine to function like a human being.

So yes. Balance.

"It's a beautiful day, right, Tulo?" you say to your dog, because like any good dog owner, you firmly believe he understands every word.

"COFFEE SHOP!" someone yells across the street.

You blink.
Someone is either naming buildings like Pokémon or starting a fight.

"Coffee shop," someone says again — this time with a hand on your shoulder.

You turn.

"Oh—hi."

It's him — the curly-haired boy from the restaurant.

"Damn," he laughs, "you're not wearing your name tag. It's... Y/N, right?"

"Yeah. And you're the guy with the asshole friends. Though I guess they're not really assholes — just... enthusiastic toward female employees."

"Not my ideal legacy," he winces.

"No," you smile, "I actually remember you as the guy who apologized. No one ever does that."

His shoulders relax. "That's a better story."

You pause. "I'm sorry — I can't remember your name. Sam?"

"Close. Shawn."

"Right. Shawn. Sorry."

"It's all good," he laughs. "Just walking your dog?"

"No, I'm out here walking my cat."

He laughs — a real one — loud and warm.

"Okay. Yeah. Stupid question."

"You want to pet him?"

"I'm allergic."

"Oh."
You both pause.

"Yeah, he's cute though. What's his name?" Shawn asks.

"Tulo."

"Like the Blue Jays player?"

You blink.
"You know baseball?"

"I'm from Toronto."

"Oh." you laugh. "That... tracks."

Before you can say more, three teen girls jog up, breathless:

"SHAWN! Can we get a picture?!"

He doesn't even flinch.
He smiles, takes photos, thanks them, calls one sweetheart, and comes back — the same person he was before.

You just stare at him for a moment.

"There aren't a lot of people who don't know who I am," he says softly. "So when you didn't know... and treated me like a normal person... I liked that. A lot."

You half-smile.
"So are you, like... a movie star?"

"I wish," he laughs. "I'm a singer."

"Would I know any songs?"

"If you listen to the radio — probably. If you're into obscure indie rock, then no."

"Just because I work in a coffee shop doesn't mean I listen to indie music."

"Prove it."

"I can't," you admit, laughing.

He grins.
"Okay — Stitches, Treat You Better—"

"Mendes?" you interrupt.

He laughs. "Yeah. That's me."

"You should be proud of me. Five minutes ago I didn't even know your first name. Now I know your last one."

"I am proud," he smiles — and it's the kind of smile that feels like sunlight.

You wish you had known him your whole life.

"So how long are you in town, rockstar?" you ask, giving Tulo a treat.

"I leave tomorrow. My show's tonight."

"So usually two days in a city and then you're gone?"

"Yeah," he sighs. "Usually."

"That's... shitty."

"Yeah." He hesitates. "Do you want to come to the show?"

"I can't. I have night shift tonight. But I would want to go."

He nods, and there's that tiny flicker of disappointment you almost miss.

"Well," he says, brightening again, "maybe I'll stop by after. Are you open late?"

"We're considered a truck stop — we're open until 2 a.m."

"Perfect."
He holds your gaze.
"Then I'll see you after the show?"

You swallow — because it feels like a beginning.

"Perfect."

MAY 25❤️❤️❤️ I seriously can't believe it!
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