skinny love | barry allen

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"Ex- uhm, excuse me?-" I heard a nervous, stammering voice behind me as I sat at a table at Jitters, my laptop opened in front of me as I worked on an assignment, making me turn to look at the person who mustered it out, holding my wristlet, "Hi, sorry- is this yours? I think maybe you dropped it."

"Oh-" My eyes widen lightly, "Yeah- yeah, it is-"

"It was just right up there-" He handed it to me, his hand touching mine for a moment when I went to grab it, our eyes locking, "I don't know what happened, but-"

"I didn't even realize I dropped it-" I slowly took it from him, giving him a small smile, "Thank you-"

"Yeah, yeah, it's- alright," He messed with his hands, walking around the table I sat at slowly, "Of course-"

"Wait-" I call out after him, my eyes glued to him as he immediately spinning face me, humming in response, "Correct me if I'm wrong- uhm, you're Barry, right?-"

"Yeah!" His eyes lit up, "Yeah, I'm Barry- Allen- uhm, Barry Allen-"

"Zee Young-" I set down the wristlet, messing with the pen in my hand, "Have I- seen you, somewhere before? I swear, you look so familiar-"

"Uh, we actually went to elementary school together." Barry mentions, "Mr. Hinkley-"

"Oh! Mr. Hinkley-" I clapped my hands lightly at the memory, "For math-"

"Yeah, for math." Barry's smile was wide on his lips, "Yeah, he used to always hit the chalkboard-"

"With his fist." I said in unison with him, then continued, "And all the dust would come flying off-"

Barry's words made me burst out into a small fit of giggles, "He'd look just like Pig-Pen from Peanuts-"

"How are you?" I softly smiled at him when the laughter died down, "How's everything going?-"

"I'm really good-" Barry smiles lightly at me, gesturing, "Yeah, I'm, uh, CSI- I work over at, uh, CCPD."

"Oh-" My expression dropped lightly at the thought of CCPD, "A friend of mine's- Dad, actually works there, uhm- he's a detective."

"Yeah, I see him sometimes." Barry nods quickly, "I don't really know him, but I, you know, see him in passing-"

"That's cool-" I nodded slowly at him, grabbing my pen off my notebook, "Uhm- maybe I'll see you again someday?"

"Maybe-" Barry smiles at me, before starting to turn, but stops and facing me again, "Actually, you know what- uh, would you wanna get a coffee?"

Before I could respond, he points at the coffee that sat next to my notebook, "I mean, I know you're having a coffee right now-"

"I meant, like, you know, at a different time- with me." Barry was starting to ramble, "Or it doesn't even have to be a coffee- it could be any kind of beverage, like a- milkshake- wine or a beer, or-"

"Not that I wanna get you drunk!-" Barry then blurts out quickly, "Beer's, uhm- gross- I hate beer, you hate beer- you know what, we could get iced tea."

"Do you like iced tea?" Barry locked eyes with me, taking a shaky breath in, "Do- uhm, would you wanna get an iced tea with me?"

"Wow-" I stare at him, clicking my pen, dropping it on my notebook again and folding my hands, "Sorry, what was that? I couldn't quite make out what you were saying-"

Panic filled Barry's expression, making my eyes widen with amusement, "Oh- uhm, well- I-"

"I'm kidding." I cut him off, a soft smile forming on my lips, "Yes, I would love to get an iced tea with you, Barry Allen."