What's meant to be will always find a way - Chapter 12
Author: NYWCgirl
Fandom: White collar
Pairing: None
Characters: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke
Warning/genre: none
Spoilers: none
Rating: Gen
Word Count: ~450
Summary: Fifty ways Peter and Neal could have met.
This ficlet can also be found on AO3.
‘Remember Peter, tonight’s poker night and it is your turn to bring the beer and snacks.’
‘Yeah, yeah, I will take care of it.’ Peter waves Jones off while signing the documents in front of him. He completely forgot about poker night but he is not going to tell Jones. He checks the clock on his computer. It’s no use going home if he needs to get beer, so he decides to continue work before going to the liquor store and supermarket.
* * *
Parking his car, he swears. He once again lost track of time and now he is late. He walks into the supermarket, and immediately walks up to the aisle with snacks. There is a liquor store next door where he can get the beer but without snacks, he isn´t going to be welcome. He grabs chips, nuts, some pretzels and little salamis. That should do it.
When he arrives at the check-out, there is a long line of waiting customers, just his luck. It is his turn when he cashier asks him for a second because it’s her break and a colleague will take over. She closes the cash register and leaves. Peter silently swears again. He starts looking around to see whether or not it is worth it to change lanes, when the new clerk approaches. Peter’s breath almost stocks and his eyes widen. This must be the most beautiful man he has ever seen. Even the polyester uniform looks good on him.
The guys quickly and efficiently puts his cash slot in the register and looks up to Peter.
‘Good evening, I’m sorry for the delay. My name is Neal, where you able to find everything?’
‘Hi Neal, yeah, I got everything.’
Neal scans all of Peter’s items quickly.
‘That will be sixty four dollars and fifteen cents.’
Peter holds out his card.
‘You can swipe your card, sir.’
Swiping his card through the machine, Peter stares at Neal. Neal looks back with an amused smile.
‘You can enter your code, sir.’
‘Sorry.’ Peter mumbles.
Typing in the four numbers, he waits until the machine accepts the payment, before grabbing his groceries.
‘Receipt?’
Peter shakes his head.
‘Well, have a nice evening, sir.’
‘Thanks, you too.’
A ping alerts him for a new message. He checks his phone, and it is Jones, asking where he is. He hurries out of the store, quickly getting beer in the store next door.
While he hands over his ID-card and credit card, he thinks about Neal. He needs to hurry over to the poker night since he is already late, but he definitely will be back later tonight to see if Neal is still working.
.
Fandom: White collar
Pairing: None
Characters: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke
Warning/genre: none
Spoilers: none
Rating: Gen
Word Count: ~450
Summary: Fifty ways Peter and Neal could have met.
This ficlet can also be found on AO3.
‘Remember Peter, tonight’s poker night and it is your turn to bring the beer and snacks.’
‘Yeah, yeah, I will take care of it.’ Peter waves Jones off while signing the documents in front of him. He completely forgot about poker night but he is not going to tell Jones. He checks the clock on his computer. It’s no use going home if he needs to get beer, so he decides to continue work before going to the liquor store and supermarket.
* * *
Parking his car, he swears. He once again lost track of time and now he is late. He walks into the supermarket, and immediately walks up to the aisle with snacks. There is a liquor store next door where he can get the beer but without snacks, he isn´t going to be welcome. He grabs chips, nuts, some pretzels and little salamis. That should do it.
When he arrives at the check-out, there is a long line of waiting customers, just his luck. It is his turn when he cashier asks him for a second because it’s her break and a colleague will take over. She closes the cash register and leaves. Peter silently swears again. He starts looking around to see whether or not it is worth it to change lanes, when the new clerk approaches. Peter’s breath almost stocks and his eyes widen. This must be the most beautiful man he has ever seen. Even the polyester uniform looks good on him.
The guys quickly and efficiently puts his cash slot in the register and looks up to Peter.
‘Good evening, I’m sorry for the delay. My name is Neal, where you able to find everything?’
‘Hi Neal, yeah, I got everything.’
Neal scans all of Peter’s items quickly.
‘That will be sixty four dollars and fifteen cents.’
Peter holds out his card.
‘You can swipe your card, sir.’
Swiping his card through the machine, Peter stares at Neal. Neal looks back with an amused smile.
‘You can enter your code, sir.’
‘Sorry.’ Peter mumbles.
Typing in the four numbers, he waits until the machine accepts the payment, before grabbing his groceries.
‘Receipt?’
Peter shakes his head.
‘Well, have a nice evening, sir.’
‘Thanks, you too.’
A ping alerts him for a new message. He checks his phone, and it is Jones, asking where he is. He hurries out of the store, quickly getting beer in the store next door.
While he hands over his ID-card and credit card, he thinks about Neal. He needs to hurry over to the poker night since he is already late, but he definitely will be back later tonight to see if Neal is still working.
.