Burger Date
Harold Cooplowski (Coop) x Female!Reader | Fluff | 900+ Words
The smell of grease, grilled beef, and crispy fries filled the air the moment you stepped into Fat Joeyâs Big Belly Burger Shack. It was exactly the kind of place youâd expect Coop to loveâa huge, neon-lit diner with a menu that bragged âHome of the Monstrosityâ12 patties of pure beef heavenâ in bold, grease-stained letters.
Coop, of course, was practically vibrating with excitement.
"Aw man, you are gonna love this place." His big hand landed on your back, guiding you toward the counter with all the giddiness of a kid in an arcade. "Iâm tellinâ ya, nobody makes a better double bacon triple cheese than Big Joey."
You chuckled, glancing up at him. âYou sure you donât own stock in this place?â
"Pfft, I wish." Coop smirked, already scanning the massive overhead menu. "Iâd get free burgers for life."
You could already hear his stomach growling.
Despite his usual slacker energy, when it came to food, Coop took things seriously. He stepped up to the counter, one thick forearm resting against it as he greeted the cashierâa lanky teenager who barely looked awake.
"Yo, lemme get a Quadruple Beastmaster, extra bacon, extra cheese, triple-stacked fries, two chili dogs, and uhâ" He turned to you. "Whatâre you gettinâ?"
You blinked. "How do you have room for all that?"
"What can I say?" He patted his belly proudly. "This temple needs maintenance."
You rolled your eyes but smiled. Classic Coop. You ordered a regular burger and fries (yâknow, like a normal person), and the two of you grabbed a booth near the window. The faint hum of neon signs bathed the table in warm reds and yellows, and outside, Megas was parked in the lot, way too big for any actual parking space but looking cool as ever.
Coop immediately sprawled out, one big arm over the back of the booth, his fingers idly tapping against your shoulder as he leaned back.
"Man, Iâve been craving this all day."
"Do you ever not crave burgers?" you teased, resting your chin on your hand.
He grinned, looking at you for a second too long before shrugging. "I mean, I could be craving somethinâ else."
Your face heated at the way he smirkedâcompletely unintentional flirtation, or was he actually doing that on purpose?
Before you could respond, the food arrived.
And holy hell.
Your burger looked normal, but Coopâs plate? It was a literal mountain.
"Youâre actually gonna eat all that?" you asked, half in awe, half in terror.
"Babe, please," Coop said, already unwrapping his burger. "Have a little faith."
And with that, he went to town.
Youâd seen Coop eat before, but this was an art form.
He picked up the Quadruple Beastmasterâa burger so massive it shouldâve come with a legal waiverâand took the biggest bite imaginable, eyes rolling back like heâd just found inner peace.
"Mmmmph. Ohhh yeah. Thatâs the stuff."
You snorted. "Coop, you sound like you just had a religious experience."
"Thatâs âcause I did." He pointed at the burger like it was a divine gift from above. "Look at this thing. Itâs perfect. The meat-to-bun ratio? Immaculate. The cheese? Melty as hell. The bacon?" He took another bite and groaned. "Crispy perfection."
"I feel like I should be jealous of that burger right now."
Without missing a beat, Coop grabbed a fry, dipped it in cheese, and held it up to your lips.
"Here. Try it."
You blinked. Oh. Okay.
You leaned in, taking the fry between your lips, the cheese still warm. It was goodâreally goodâbut the real distraction was the way Coop watched you. His usual goofiness softened just slightly, his gaze lingering like he was actually enjoying feeding you.
âŚWas he doing that on purpose?
You swallowed, your cheeks warmer than they shouldâve been. "Okay, yeah. Thatâs good."
"Told ya," he said, popping another fry into his mouth like nothing had happened.
Your stomach did stupid little flips.
Half an hour later, Coop had somehow eaten every last bite of his food. He leaned back with a satisfied sigh, stretching his armsâone of which ended up behind your shoulders again.
"Man, I should get a nap after this."
"You just woke up like four hours ago."
"Yeah, and?"
You rolled your eyes, but then his hand absentmindedly started rubbing small circles against your shoulder.
Your brain shut down.
He wasnât even looking at youâjust staring out the window at Megas like casually touching you was totally normal.
It was NOT normal.
Your stomach flipped. He was warm, solid, comfortableâand if you leaned just a little closer, you could rest your head against his chest and pretend like this was a real date.
âŚWait. Was this a real date?
You swallowed. "Hey, Coop?"
"Mm?"
"âŚIs this a date?"
Silence.
Coop blinked, turning to look at you, his hand freezing mid-rub.
His face turned red.
"Uhhâ" He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean. You wanted burgers. I wanted burgers. Weâre eating burgers."
"That didnât answer my question."
Coop hesitated. Then, with a grin that was both cocky and a little shy, he shrugged.
"I dunno. You want it to be?"
Your heart skipped an entire beat.
This idiot.
You grabbed a fry, popped it into your mouth, and smirked. "Guess that depends on whether or not you buy me dessert."
Coopâs grin widened. "Babe, say no more."
And just like that, he was waving the cashier over for a milkshakeâ
âWhich he absolutely let you have the first sip of.
