A.
I met you.
How writers do usually starts a story?
Is it a “Once upon a time” or “It all began,”?
Well my story started like this.
Cafés.
A place you would usually see coffee addicts, readers who need a quiet place for sanity, workers who can’t work at home or meeting spots.
That would be the reasons but for me? It’s a pure you.
“One Java Chip Frappe please,” I said while looking for money and the Starbucks card for stars.
“What size ma’am?” you replied.
I replied you a “grande”.
Yes. You are a barista.
You are behind that aroma that can wake a sleeping mind.
You are that hot or cold liquid that gives me tingling sensation, that sensation that gives me the speed of being too high.
What hit me most is when you asked for my name.
“Einah.”
After I got the receipt and waited.
“One Java Chip Frappe for Einah,” you called.
I went to the receiving counter when I saw you.
The first thing that came to my mind is, “Shit. He’s handsome. Damn hell handsome.”
You have this chinito eyes.
You have a white porcelain skin.
You have that blue braces that gives color to your white teeth.
You completely look like a Korean.
And I love Koreans.
And maybe… that’s how I met you.
