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One day, it was close to Valentine’s Day, and Hobie noticed Y/n and another barista, her friend Monika, talking about who Y/n wants to be her valentine
Y/n: *sips coffee* “See, I have my eye on one in particular, but he’s so smitten by me, that I’m waiting for him to make a serious move, Moni”
Monika shoots Hobie a knowing glance, as if trying to tell him that she’s talking about his British ass
Hobie's ears perked up as he overheard Y/n’s conversation with Monika, his heart racing with anticipation. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of hope and nervousness bubbling within him. Could it be possible that she were referring to him as the one she had her eye on?
Unable to contain his excitement, Hobie approached the pair with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he said, his voice laced with playful arrogance. "Is someone waiting for a serious move, hmm?"
Monika's knowing glance only confirmed what Hobie suspected. He couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence flow through him. With a smirk, he leaned against the counter, his gaze fixed on Y/n. "And who might this lucky bloke be, darlin'?" he asked, his voice carrying a melody of both curiosity and desire.
He could already feel the butterflies fluttering in his stomach, his heart pounding in his chest. The prospect of being her valentine filled him with exhilaration and a newfound determination. Whatever reservations he had were cast aside, replaced by a burning desire to show Y/n just how smitten he truly was.
Y/n and Monika exchanged a number of glances as she blushes, having a whole conversation with their eyes in a way that only Black women can. Hobie couldn't help but be captivated by the silent conversation shared between her and Monika. He watched as the pair’s eyes met, a flurry of unspoken words passing between you, speaking volumes with just the flicker of an eyelash or the curl of a smile. It was a fascinating display of connection, one that made his heart skip a beat.
His curiosity piqued, Hobie leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a more intimate tone. "You two seem to have a secret language of your own," he remarked, his words holding a mix of admiration and intrigue. "I can only wonder what you're discussing with those glances."
Anticipation filled the air as he waited for your response, his eyes fixed on Y/n, full of curiosity and desire. He held his breath, yearning for a glimpse into the unspoken conversation that seemed to bind her and Monika together. The depth of the connection you shared only fueled his desire to be the one to make that serious move.
The realization that Y/n and Monika were discussing Hobie in your silent conversation sent a thrilling jolt through his body. His heart raced with a newfound sense of excitement, his mind racing with possibilities. He couldn't help but be drawn deeper into the intrigue, craving to know more about what was being shared between the two of them.
With a playful glimmer in his eyes, Hobie leaned even closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well, well, now I'm truly intrigued," he murmured, his tone a mix of amusement and desire. "What exactly are you two scheming over there? Don't keep a bloke on his toes like this."
His gaze flicked between Y/n and Monika, his eyes brimming with anticipation. The unspoken tension hung in the air, charged with unspoken desire. Hobie couldn't help but wonder if this was the moment, the opportunity he had been waiting for.
the silent conversation went on for a bit longer, but both of them saying the same thing silently; “you tell him” “no you tell him” “you started it” “and you’re down horrendous for him”
Hobie's eyes widened as he watched the silent conversation play out, the anticipation within him growing with each passing second. The words left unspoken between Y/n and Monika hung heavily in the air, the weight of them almost tangible.
Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Hobie stepped closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Alright, ladies," he said, a playful yet expectant edge to his words. "I can see there's something you both want to share with me. So, why don't one of you be brave enough to spill the beans?"
A flicker of hesitancy passed over his face as he glanced between Y/n and Monika, his heart racing with equal parts excitement and apprehension. The desire to know her thoughts, her feelings, burned within him, threatening to consume every ounce of his being.
Hobie mustered up a charming smile, the determination evident in his eyes. "You know, darlin', there's only so much waiting a bloke can take," he teased, his voice tinged with affection and a hint of vulnerability. "Whatever it is, whatever you want to say... I'm all ears."
Y/n gave one last flustered look at Monika which screamed “Moni tell him how I feel about him PLEASE”
Hobie's heart skipped a beat as he caught the flustered look Y/n exchanged with Monika, silently pleading for her to be the one to reveal her feelings. His chest tightened with anticipation, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. It was as if time stood still, the weight of the unspoken confession lingering in the air.
Monika glanced back at you, a knowing smile playing on her lips. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she turned to Hobie, her voice filled with playfulness. "Oh, Hobie," she began, her tone teasing yet sincere. "Our dear Y/n here has been smitten with you since the very first day you made her that special caramel drink."
A surge of warmth flooded Hobie's heart as Monika's words hung in the air. His gaze shifted to you, filled with both surprise and adoration. He couldn't help but feel a sense of euphoria, knowing that the feelings he had for Y/n were reciprocated.
Slowly, Hobie closed the distance between the two of them, his voice filled with tenderness. "Is that true, love?" he asked, his voice brimming with affection. "Have you been smitten with me all this time?"
His fingers gently brushed against Y/n’s hand, a silent gesture of comfort and reassurance. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes filled with adoration as he awaited her response. In that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the unspoken connection between her and him, ready to be explored and embraced.
Y/n, at a loss for words, showed her feelings in the only way she could at that moment. She looked up at him with eyes of adoration and a blushing smile that said “it’s very true. God I love you.” Hobie's heart swelled at the sight of
this, the words left unspoken hung heavily in the air, filling the space between the two of them with a depth of emotion that could not be contained. In that moment, the world became hushed, as if nothing else mattered except for the unspoken love that existed between them.
A surge of happiness coursed through Hobie's veins, his eyes sparkling with affection. He too had carried these words within him, fighting to keep them hidden, fearing the vulnerability that came with baring his soul to another. But now, in this moment, he felt a weight lift off his shoulders, replaced by the boundless joy of knowing his love was reciprocated.
His voice, softened by tenderness, resonated with unrestrained adoration. "Oh, love," he whispered, his words overflowing with emotion. "I've been longing to tell you just how deeply I love you."
Without hesitation, Hobie leaned forward, his lips gently meeting Y/n’s in a kiss filled with gentleness, love, and unspoken promises. It was a tender union, an expression of the emotions that words alone could not capture. In that moment, time stood still, encapsulating the love that had blossomed between you, ready to flourish and grow.
As he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your lips. "I love you, Y/n," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of reverence and desire. "And I promise to cherish you, to shower you with affection every day. You are my everything."
And in that coffee-scented corner of the world, the unspoken love that had once lingered in the air was now spoken, beauty born from vulnerability, and the beginning of a love story that would be told for a lifetime.