Drawing
You were sitting in a café with your best friend f/n when they noticed that someone was looking at you.
"He's looking at you y/n." She says nodding over to the table where a man kept glancing up at you doodling in his sketchbook in front of him.
"Shut up f/n, he's not looking at me." You say glancing up at him, making eye contact.
"He is, go over and talk to him." She suggested to you, and you instantly shaking your head at her idea.
You looked up and he smiled giving you the confidence to get up and go talk to him.
"Hello, may I sit?" You asked politely to him.
"Of course ma'am." He replied.
"I'm Y/n." You said to him, introducing yourself.
"Steve Rogers, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said glancing down at his sketch book every now and then.
"May I see?" You asked him nodding down to the book in front of him.
He nodded and pushed the book in front of you so that you were able to see. When you saw the drawing you instantly began smiling like an idiot. On the paper was a drawing of you, smiling happily and it looked so realistic it was unbelievable.
"I don't think I've ever looked better, thank you Steve." You say smiling at his and him smiling back at you.
"Will you go out with me sometime, as a date maybe?" He asked smiling waiting for an answer from your behalf.
You replied with a nod and a smile.
"Okay, 6pm tonight. I'll pick you up." He said. You writing your address and phone number on a napkin and sliding it over to him smiling and walking back over to a smiling f/n, already thinking about the night ahead of you.
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