I routinely closed the door as I said good-bye to my mother, walking to the corner coffee shop. Waiting a short time before being served.
I just assumed that Tom would be working as usual I said hello and ordered a hot chocolate.
But as I looked up I noticed it wasn’t Tom, it was a tall dominante figure towering over the counter, I scanned over this new person, tattoos peeking out from underneath his sleeve, and I could see a symbol along his noticeable collarbone
“Hello, but I’m not Tom, clearly” he said sarcastically “would that be it?” the figure flirtatiously replied
I stared into his eyes subconsciously, until I noticed a small grin appear on his face, slightly shaking my head,
“Y-yes” I replied as I turned away
“Umm excused me beauti- I m-mean miss you still have to pay”
his stumble with his words made me blush, I handed him the $3.25 and walked to sit in the back corner as I watched and waited.
His every movement was memorising, the way the vain in his neck popped out bit when he said thank you as he served the customers, he slid his light demin up to his mid arm exposing some very interesting tattoos. I gazed at his masculinity, it astounded me how someone could be so beautiful.
“large hot chocolate” I heard as I admired the slow stuble movement of his lips
“large hot chocolate” I heard again in the back of my mind
It finally registered, that was my drink, I slowly walked over to collect my order.
“thank you” I muttered as I slowly took the drink out of his clasp as our hands touched.
I received no reply, I turned as I want to resume my seat, it was already occupied by a group of young kids disrupting the calm of the café.
I decided to sit on the bar near the window, I watched the people walk past, riding bikes laughing and I couldn’t help as I tear feel from my face, I didn’t a light spin on the stool, the calm breeze tickled my the damp line on my face from my tears.
I stopped and placed my elbows back to support myself as I noticed, him
He was staring at me.
As I was spinning, I knew he has, he head jolted down to continue making an beverage for a customer.
He knew he was caught staring as I saw that little grin creep upon his face again.
I fixated at him a little longer
I giggled, sipping my hot chocolate,
“euugh” I said in disgust, it had gone cold.
How long had I been here for? Staring out the window? Crying?
It was almost lunchtime
“Shit” I muttered, half the day was gone, I figured I might as well have lunch here as I’m already here.
I wasn’t too hungry
“could I just get a chocolate muffin please” I politely as the his overpowering presence
“got quite I thing for chocolate I see” I cheekily replied
I felt my cheeks heat up and blush as I waited for him to retrieve the muffin.
I said nothing as he handed the muffin as a little saucer to me, the couch and table at the back was now free, I walked over to collect my now cold hot chocolate, to throw away.
As I went to do so I saw something written on it, it caught my eye.
“for the prettiest girl I will see today” I read I uncontrollably felt this wave of amazement, as I continued to walked passed the bin, and take a seat on the couch.
He wrote this, to me, talking about being bold. I hadn’t even learnt his name yet or known him for more than a couple of hours and he had already hooked me, flattering me with compliments, I still found it a tad cheesy as I scanned over the words written.
I shadow towered over my, disengaging the light rays of sun from my skin. It was him he smiled, his jaw line more defined and his features more gorgeous to me now
“I see you got my message” mischievously the man said
I let out a small smile, as I looked at the cup, I looked up the engage in his awe, I looked up and I didn’t connect with his dark, brown beautiful eyes my smile dropped
“You don’t mind, do you?” he was already sitting, as if he knew I wouldn’t object, not that I would!
“no, no, not at all” as I placed the cup on the table.
It was awkward, as we stared into each others dark brown eyes, we were somewhat similar, dark brown eyes, drown hair, tanned skin, his hair was obviously dyed, as he had the most gorgeous blonde streak through his quiff. Our eyes still locked on eachother, he stubbly attempted to move his chair closer to the table and eventually closer to me.
“Hey Zayn he’s the coffee you wanted” a noticeable girls voiced said disturbing my thoughts.
