Cappuccino Talk

Coffee Aisle

Natasha thought she simply didn't have the ability to feel. Being 18 years old, she was surrounded by people squealing about their love interests, relationships yada yada yada. While all she could do was roll her eyes having no idea what they were on about. You see, she had never even had a crush. Until, one day in the coffee aisle.

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" Coffee Aisle "
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"JUST LEAVE me alone." I rolled my eyes and listened to my best friend Opal babble on and on about her recent boyfriend. And apparently her 'very hot boyfriend' had a 'very hot best friend'. I resisted to gag. I just didn't want to be in a relationship. Was it that hard to understand?

Not for her.

"I am sending you his Insta ID right now." She gushed, resistant to my groan and quite evident display of disinterest.

"I swear you should work for those tinder, bumble sites, you got some persistent nerve." I mumbled as I found my curious fingers checking the text that she had sent.

"Well, it works on you, that's all I want." She shrugged via the small thumbnail of her on my screen while I searched the ID she had sent.

"You are checking it, aren't you?" She grinned, excitement dripping through her words.

"Would you shut u-" I gulped as I saw the Instagram page of the guy. "Woah." I whispered.

"Aah! why are you on mute? I can't even see you! Oh and he lives around your house, I swear you guys would look so cute together." She squealed.

I opened the call window and ended the call.

This was stupid.

The guy was hot alright. But I don't judge books by their covers. Except this was probably the most attractive cover I had ever seen. I shook my head and threw my phone on my bed and got up to get out of the house. I put on the mask that the pandemic had kindly bestowed upon us and changed into my day clothes.

I needed to go to the place that distracted me from all things in the best way possible.

My dear coffee aisle.

I sighed just at the thought of it. It was the aisle in the departmental store near my house. I don't think I had ever seen an aisle this much dedicated to coffee and its related snacks and all things good. All types of coffee, green, roasted, slow-roasted. All flavours and toppings. You. Name. It.

Just being there and staring at those sweet little things calmed me. I picked up the keys of the house and locked the house, everyone was out visiting some people I wasn't interested in meeting. I pocketed the keys and got down the stairs. The store was on a sweet walking distance. Within minutes I was inside the glass door and into the air-conditioned doors of the store. The guy at the checkout counter smiled at me, he knew me. His name was Jack. He would let me know if something new came in the aisle. He liked coffee too and understood my crazy fascination with the aisle.

"Nothing new." He shrugged as he beeped the stuff of some old lady.

"It's cool. I just need some coffee." I nodded and pocketed my hands.