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comment: hi cas! love the new url it’s so cute, and i love hozier omg

This is just a short fic and it took forever, but I hope you like it!!

Freezing, coffee cup cradled in his right elbow and wallet halfway in his left pocket, Anakin blinks. And blinks. Is that really–oh shit it is. A murmured “holy fuck” slips from his lips as he finishes shoving his wallet into his jeans. Across the street from him is Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan celebrity crush Kenobi.

Biting his lip, Anakin glances around. No one else seems to have realized that there’s a famous actor casually waiting for the crosswalk light to change. Which is probably for the best for Obi-Wan, but not for Anakin. Taking a deep breath, wiping his hand on his jeans, Anakin closes his eyes. Would it be weird if he goes up to talk to him? What if that’s annoying? Would he hate Anakin? Oh god what if Anakin goes up to him and he can’t even talk he shouldn’t do it but when will he ever get to see Obi-Wan again it’s not like Anakin himself is an actor and he can’t afford to go to–

The clearing of someone’s throat in front of him startles him out of his thoughts, and Anakin thinks that if he had a hand instead of his elbow, he’d have dropped his coffee with his surprised jerk. In front of him is Obi-Wan Kenobi himself.

“Hello, there,” he says, his rich voice and accent golden in Anakin’s ears. He points to Anakin’s coffee. “Would you like to sit with me?”

Looking at his coffee and then Obi-Wan, Anakin nods dumbly and cringes as his mouth opens. He can feel the awkward already. “Yeah. Sit with you. I’d love to sit with you!”

“Lovely.” Obi-Wan puts out his left hand, his voice lowering. “I’m Ben. And you are…”

Too quickly grabbing the outstretched hand in his, unable to stop himself, he answers, “An-Anakin.”

“Anakin. What a,” Obi-Wan–Ben he wants to be called– smiles, and Anakin flushes at how much prettier it is in person instead of on a screen, how much more real Ben looks, “beautiful name.”

Cheeks on fire, Anakin takes his hand back and smiles. It maybe looks shaky, but well. Anakin thinks that’s understandable in the circumstance. “Thank you. You’ve got a beautiful everything.”

Oh fuck. Anakin groans at himself. Why doesn’t he have a filter when he’s nervous?

Ben merely laughs before guiding Anakin back inside the coffeeshop. “Flustered easily are you, Anakin?”

“Maybe a little.”

“Don’t worry. It’s cute, in your case.”

“In my case, hm?”

Ben bumps his shoulder against Anakin’s. “A man your size flustering? Very cute.”

“Uh-huh.” His gut is doing flips at the implications. “Is cute the word you’re looking for?”

“Why, Anakin, I’d never be so bold in such an public place.” Ben raises his eyebrow as they move up in line. “A public place like this, anyway.”

Anakin swallows and fiddles with his shirt, rubbing it between his fingers. His cheeks haven’t been this red in a long while. “Well, it’s a good thing we’re here then. I’m hoping to exchange numbers.”