#YALL LMK IF YOU WANTPART 2

[himbowashington]

How to accidentally fall in love the local bodega boi PART 1:

you’re broke but you finally find a way to move to New York you move to Washington heights it’s not the fanciest neighborhood but it’s affordable and everyone’s friendly and it’s a safe haven from your toxic family back home so you’re more than happy to sign a lease and move in as soon as humanly possible

You’re from the suburbs used to people keeping to themselves/passive aggressive neighbors the whole set up

The first month you spend miserable either locked up at your apartment or working nyc is an entirely different pace than what youre used to plus working two jobs keeps you busy and exhausted most of the time

That’s when you run out of smokes. It’s a terrible habit but now is not the time to be getting rid of any type of useful stress reliever.

You realize that you can either wait till you take the subway back into work or you can face the tight knit community of which you feel entirely separate from and go and look for a convenience store nearby

You finally talk yourself into walking through and exploring the neighborhood in which you quickly find a brightly lit little bodega and open the door shuffling in

The doorbell rings as you enter you pray to god the owner lets you pay and get out without having to be too social unfortunately for you this is usnavi’s bodega which means that possibility is non existent

He bursts forward towards you, you flinch slightly not expecting someone to greet you at the door you’re approached by a bright smiling face “hey what can I help you with?” He says easily leaning against one of the shelves. You’re caught of guard by his overwhelming friendliness. “I uh- he interrupts before you have the chance to really embarrass yourself “here, I’ll make you coffee while you decide you look a little lost” he gives you an empathetic look seeing “tourist” in bright red letters over your head

He hops over the counter to grab a to go cup and make a drink for you. You walk down the aisles pretending to look as you think of what to say to him

Finally you get to the counter holding a bag of Funyuns (that you don’t want) in your shaky hands you put it up on the counter “I didn’t know what you took with your coffee so I just made it my special cafe con leche” you thank him quietly taking a sip

“Delicious” “I do the best I can. What brings you to the heights?” He shoos away the cash you try and hand him. Almost as though he’s offended. “I just moved here.” He freezes turning to look you dead and the eyes. “Well you certainly haven’t told anyone or we would’ve helped you settle in.” He says pushing the Funyuns towards you. “Consider it a very poor house warming gift but I promise we’ll get you a better one soon” “really I mean it thank you-“ you pause letting the talkative man fill in the blanks. “I am Usnavi. And you are?” “Y/N” “nice name, pretty name I mean, sounds nice. Mira, lemme know if you need more coffee okay?” “Sure thanks, Usnavi” he smiles at the use of his name. “No problem, neighborhood” he gives you a dorky but somehow still endearing smile which you return.

Half way home you realize you never got what you even went to the bodega for. You look at the bag of Funyuns in your hand and the perfectly blended coffee in the other, life has just become much more complicated but more importantly it has become much more interesting with Usnavi