Ethereal

The Coffee Shop

You've been in a good mood the past few mornings, but none can compare to the one you're in now. You feel absolutely ecstatic.

You practically jump out of your bed when your alarm goes off. You go into the bathroom and do your skincare and brush your teeth. You make your hair look neat, keeping it natural again. You walk over to your suitcase and pull out a sage green u-neck shirt and some high waisted black jeans. You tuck in the shirt and slide on some black flats you brought in case you went somewhere. You put on the same black earrings from yesterday and a little mascara. You check the weather and it says that it will be sunny today, so you don't grab a jacket. You pick up your purse and walk out the door.

You are both excited and extremely nervous while on your drive to the coffee shop. You're going to the same one you went to before your lesson yesterday. You put on some music to try and lighten the mood, but your heart is racing. What if the date goes bad? Does he even consider it a date? You overthink every little thing, which is normal for you.

You arrive at the coffee shop at around 9:50, so you're ten minutes early. You walk in and pick a table next to some beautiful plants. You don't order your coffee yet, wanting to wait until Spencer arrives. You pull out your book to read while you wait. It's a nice moment. The chatter of the coffee shop, the sunlight on the plants, and you and your book. It makes your nerves calm.

"Dr. y/l/n?"

Your heart jumps. You whip your around and look behind you. Spencer is standing there, his hair untamed. He's wearing a dark blue button up shirt with a matching tie and a navy blue cardigan. He's wearing black slacks and black converse. He looks so cute. You stand up, but you don't go in to shake his hand. You just look into his hazel eyes.

"You can call me y/n." You say and you smile. He smirks back.

"Oh ok, well then you can call me Spencer." He looks into your eyes, and you get those butterflies again.

"Do you want to get some coffee?" You ask. What a stupid question you think to yourself. Of course he wants coffee. That's the whole reason you're here.

"Yeah, coffee sounds great." He says. He keeps eye contact until he steps to the side, waiting for you to go first. What a gentleman. You walk up to the counter and the barista greets you with a welcoming smile. "What can I get for you today?"

"Can I have a medium black coffee please?" She looks down at the tablet to type in your order. She looks up at Spencer.

"A medium brewed coffee please."

The barista puts his order in. "That will be $10.27."

You reach into your purse to grab your wallet, but Spencer gives her his credit card before you can.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I can pay for mine." You say. You feel a little bad when people buy you stuff. Especially strangers.

"No, it's ok. This ones on me." He smiles at you and you smile back, but this time you don't look down. Is that a slight blush on his cheeks?

Both of you step to the side to wait for your coffees. "Thank you." You say to Spencer.

"Of course." He says. He really is a gentleman.

"So a black coffee, do you like bitter tastes?" He asks, looking down at you with his hands in his pockets.

You scoff a little bit and look at him. "No, quite the opposite actually. I just like the taste of black coffee, I add a lot of creamer to dial down the bitterness."

"Doesn't the creamer take away from the taste?"

"Not for me. I have a strange palette." You laugh at your own remark. You feel stupid for a second but he laughs with you. Something about that moment makes you feel good inside.