#❛ ✖︎ — int — holly ╱ michael. °

[silkchvffon]

IT'S A BIT DAUNTING TO BE LEFT in the restaurant after closing hours with the chef, especially when she's been eyeing him ever since she got this job. when he speaks holiday perks up and stops wiping the table she's currently stood at. « like ... a date ? » she asks incredulously, eyes narrowing as if she's not entirely sure she heard him right. « or do you take all the waitresses out for coffee ? like a ... bonding exercise or something ? » holly leans over the counter separating her and the kitchen — her and michael — and smiles ever so slightly. « either way i am very fond of coffee. »

open: m/f/nb!

plot: idk maybe sydcarmy vibes, workplace romance etc but neither of them have ever acted on their feelings & maybe they don't feel that way abt him or haven't realized they do yet

muse: michael mccarthy, a line cook at a popular restaurant with a d.rug habit and v few social skills

“would you…uh.” one hand lifted from his hip to swipe across his forehead; the typical film of sweat and oven fumes from a long day’s work wasn’t exactly doing much for his confidence. “would you maybe wanna…like not now, but like, maybe on your day off — um. fuck, i can’t do this.” a humorless chuckle escaped him and he wiped his palms nervously on his apron. “maybe we could…like, get a coffee sometime? if you…if you want?”