You roll your eyes but you know he sees the traitorous quirk of your lips, the tiniest of smiles giving away the fact that you’re not actually annoyed with him. I’ll just keep coming up with nicknames for you.” But it’s ok if you don’t want to tell me. “You’re just here to pick up your dinner.” It’s not hard to imagine that drawled inquiry paired with those soulful eyes winning him some company for the evening more often than not. In that deep voice that’s as sweet and dark as molasses, he says, “I’m Javier Peña. No matter how tight his shirt is.” The two of you dissolve into a gale of giggles that causes your boss to come out of the kitchen to tell you both to get back to work.Īfter a few interactions punctuated by his subtle smirk and contemplative gaze, your admirer tries to make things more personal. One wink isn’t going to make me follow him out the door like a lost puppy. You snigger at her dramatic description of your handsome customer’s exploits. And she said that he single-handedly keeps Señora Rosalia’s girls’ pockets lined.” She said half the drinks he orders aren’t for him, they’re for whichever pretty lady he spots across the bar. He has such a reputation for being a ladies’ man that even the dishwasher knows about it. My sister is a bartender at the place across the street from the American Embassy where he works. Sonia observes the interaction and elbows you in the side as he walks away. “Thanks, cariño ( honey).” He leaves you with the briefest of winks. “Good luck with that,” you say as you hand him his order. Planning on drowning my sorrows in your arroz con pollo ( rice with chicken).” “And how are you today, hermosa ( gorgeous)? One rainy day, he finally says something other than just his meal order. He makes your stomach swoop when his appraising eyes slide over you, followed shortly by the approving arch of his eyebrow. He must have noted your lingering glances because now he greets you with a slight smile that softens the worry lines between his eyebrows and draws your eye to the dimple in his cheek. And a touch of Colombian in his phrasing and lilt, as if he’s been here for a long while. American undoubtedly, although there’s perhaps a hint of Mexican there. And you wonder about his accent, unusual but pleasant to listen to. You observe the attractive planes of those high cheekbones, sharp jawline, and arched nose. He comes in regularly, three times a week or so. A face you take no particular notice of, except perhaps to briefly register the weight of that smoldering stare when you hand him his food.Īfter a few instances of your heart rate quickening under his unyielding gaze, you begin to pay closer attention to him. *All dialogue between reader and Javier is in Spanish unless otherwise noted.*Īt first, he’s just a recurring face amidst the parade of people you serve every day. He’s my second favorite Pedro character but I’ve always felt a little unsure about writing him. Dirty talk.Ī/N: Here’s my first Javier Peña fic. Everyone says he’s trouble, but that’s not exactly deterring you. Summary: You serve many customers at the restaurant where you work, but there’s a particular handsome, flirty American who keeps catching your eye. Trouble Javier Peña x Fem!Reader Narcos Oneshot
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