Tea Story: EnglandxReader

Tea Story
EnglandxReader
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I had never been to a cafe like this. The place was called Tea Story, a small cafe that most serves tea. My cousin had told me about this place and I had decided to check it out. It was a nice shop, just a few potted plants and chairs built into the walls. Some close to the window as well.
A nice yellow painted the walls while the tiles were different shades of brown. It was a local cafe in one of the busiest streets downtown. It was a nice area too.  The loud chatter of people seemed to drone out a bit of the music from a radio station. Sitting close to the window, I sipped my warm (drink) as my (e/c) eyes stared out to the busy and beautiful district.
It was already autumn, yet with the sun it made everything seem to be set to flames. Though there were many green still about since (city) had yet to set with the season. Looking down at my notebook, no idea came to mind.
"Um excuse me miss, may I sit here?" a voice said to me.
Looking up my eyes made contact with mossy green eyes. Those eyes belonged to a man with golden, light hair and thick brows. He was tall and had pale peach like skin, also had a kind smile of his face. I turned my gaze away from him, nodding. He thanked me and pulled a seat across from me.
I noticed he had a white polo and a black tie around his neck. Over it he wore a blue hoodie.
"I should introduce myself, how ungentleman of me," he said, "the name is Arthur Kirkland, please to meet you."
I looked at him. I noticed his accent was somewhere else, which was interesting.
"Brit?" was the first thing that came to mind as I took another sip.
He looked at me in shock.
"W-why yes, but don't you think it's rude to say it like that?" he asked.
"London?"
"Yes, I moved here from London," he said, "my new job was offered here."
"Rain?" I asked him.
"Yes it does rain in England but it's actually quite sunny, depends on the month and timing," he said, "why are you talking with only one word?"
"Test," I replied, smiling mischievously.
"Test...? The bloody hell, what test?"
"Doctor."
His emerald eyes looked at mine. He then broke into a smile.
"Oh I see, Doctor Who hm?" Arthur said, "wanting to see if you could trust me. How about being a muggle for you then."
I smiled, stopping my little facade.
"Me? Muggle? Man, I wish I was a wizard," I said, "what house would you be in? I kinda wish to be either a Hufflepuff or Slytherin. Gryffindors are so annoying and have big egos." ((A/n: Sorry Gryffindor fans! It just works, wanna impress Artie right?))
"True, I'd be a Slytherin anyways," he replied, sipping his own drink.
The scent came to me.
'Earl Grey...' I thought.
"You know, you haven't given me your name yet," Arthur said.
"Oh, right," I replied, "it's ______, ______ ______."
"Ah, _____ lovely name, poppet," he said.
I blushed a bit, light pink dusted my heated (s/c) cheeks.
"T-thanks, since you're new I should show you around," I suggested.
"That would be nice, thank you."
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The two of us ventured around the city. I told him most of the history of the old side of (city), which Arthur enjoyed. We talked bit, I learnt he was working (career) with me. He was also trying to become a writer as well. I also found that Arthur was also my age, yet he had a large amount of siblings.
As we sat in the park, looking at the museum the night sky began to peek. The sun giving us his good bye. My head rested on Arthur's shoulder as we looked at the shinning city close by. Soon my phone rang out American Idiot.
"Green Day?" Arthur asked.
I nodded, pulling out my phone. Never knew the blonde was into any punk or rock music. Guess I shouldn't judge this Brit.
"Hello?" I answered.
I began to speak to the person on the other end. It was just my (sibling/friend) wondering where I was. I sighed, I wanted to stay with the Englishman a bit more. But was already a bit dark. I told (her/him) I would be home soon and with that I hung up.
"Everything alright, love?" he asked.
"Yeah... but I have to get home now," I told him.
"I see, what if I walk you home?" He suggested, " a lady shouldn't be walking home all by herself."
I nodded, agreeing with him. We then took a bus to my place. I kinda felt like a burden since Arthur had to find his own way to his place. Finally reaching my apartment I got out my keys, opening the door.
"You sure you'll find your way home?" I asked him.
Arthur just looked at me, "mine is on the next floor."
My eyes widened, "seriously?"
He nodded, "I had a fun time with you today."
"Y-yeah, same here," I agreed.
"Good night, love," he said.
He then kissed my cheek before leaving. I blushed red as a tomato.
"Night Arthur," I said before heading inside.
Closing the door I then forgot about getting his number.
"Crap!" I exclaimed.
I stuffed my hands into my pockets till I felt a piece of paper in one of them. He must have wrote it down when I wasn't looking. I smiled.

                                                     I had a lovely time with you _____, hope we could have an actual date next time.
                                                                                        Here's my number (***) ***-****

                                                                                                           Sincerely,
                                                                                                                    Arthur

I squeal with delight till my (sibling/friend) came into my room. (He/she) came into my room.
"What's with you?" (he/she) asked.
"Oh, I'll tell you tomorrow," I replied, "it's just a Tea Story."