Too good to be true

one

You groaned rolling out of bed, the cold morning breeze blew through your flat. The bed was so warm and cozy you wanted to snuggle back under the covers and let sleep take over again, but your alarm had already been blaring for five minutes. 7:05. Pulling yourself out of bed, you pulled a blue jumper over your head, looking in the mirror at your disheveled state. Your hair was messy and you had been wearing the same joggers for nearly a week.

"Christ, you look awful," you said criticizing yourself before running your fingers through your hair pulling it into a messy bun. You dragged yourself into the bathroom brushing your teeth and washing your face. You were beginning to feel better since the break up. It had been nearly a month and you were finally able to pull yourself out of bed with little issue.

"Head up, eyes open," you reminded yourself to say in the moment rather than thinking about the past.

"Just another day at the bakery." You found that reminding yourself of the simple day ahead of you was the best way to stay calm.

"ok, wallet? check." you ran through the checklist of things you needed patting our pockets. "Keys? nope, definitely need those."

"Ugh, stop talking to yourself," you rolled your eyes, grabbed your keys, and ran out of your flat looking forward to your morning tea.

The cafe was just across the street from your flat but you were still in a hurry. You simply could not bring yourself to wake up any earlier than 7 but you still had to be at the bakery at 8 to open by 8:30. You enjoyed getting tea and a croissant in the morning. The cafe was cozy and the workers were good friends of yours, having been in culinary school together, and they always offered you a discount. Running across the street you found that the cafe had a long line this morning. You rolled your eyes not having much time before you had to go into work but you hoped the line would move quickly.

As you approached the front of the line you had noticed that the man in front of you was taking entirely too long to order. You couldn't stand people that took their time with their order, never the less people that talked on the phone while they did so, and of course this man was. He seemed to be droning on about some large business deal while staring up at the menu. You caught yourself staring angrily at the man, so annoyed with his actions before you realised that he had placed his order and the woman at the register was asking for yours.

Thanking the kind woman, you turned around to wait for your tea. Before you knew it raspberry jam was running down your chest. You looked up noticing you had run into the man who had been talking on the phone earlier, but before you could start to feel angry with the man, your eyes had locked with his. You noticed his amber eyes sparkled as he looked down at you, he was tall, 6' 1", and his hair was a light blonde with a few streaks of grey, he was absolutely gorgeous.

"I'm terribly sorry," his voice quivered, "I was not paying attention, my apologies."

"It's fine, don't worry about it, I wasn't paying attention either." you said, attempting to wipe the rasberry off your jumper. "I better go try to wash this out before it sets." You turned and headed to the door. You knew you had to rush back to change and get ready for work, so you disregarded your tea and rushed across the street.

"Your tea!"

You spun around as you reached the door to your flat. You noticed the tall, blonde, man running across the street toward you with our tea in his hand. He stopped just in front of you looking down into your eyes and handed your cup of tea. It was still warm and as you took it from him you could feel his large hand brush against yours.

"You left without it and I figured you might want something nice, after I thoroughly ruined your morning," he said with a little sarcasm and softly smiled at you.

"Thank you, and I wouldn't say it was totally ruined," you said smiling back at him.

"No? That stain on your jumper says otherwise," he chuckled a little.

"It'll wash," you reassured him.

You had begun to notice that even after being annoyed with him in line you felt oddly comfortable in the strange man's presence and quite enjoyed chatting with him. You hadn't truly felt content talking with anyone besides your friends since the break up, but he was like a breath of fresh air. As lovely as chatting with him was, you noticed that you had little time to get ready for work. He noticed that you were looking down at your watch with a furrowed brow.

"I won't keep you any longer, have a good morning." He smiled, turned on his heel and began walking down the street and out of sight.

You caught yourself smiling thinking about the encounter you had just had with the nice man. Maybe you weren't looking for a relationship at the moment, but you could see yourself opening up to people again. You hurried inside sippin on your tea in a rush to get ready for work. You pulled a white long sleeve shirt over our head and pulled on a pair of jeans and ran out the door just in time for work.