(Y/N) POV:
once again, I am running out of my house and quickly speeding down the street trying to get to my job before I am late .... again. I always seem to sleep through my alarm, no matter how many I set, it always takes my roommate storming into my room and shouting to finally drag my ass out of bed. it's like a cute literal routine we have. although I don't think she finds it cute...
I try and pick up my pace as I glance at my watch and see that I only have 5 minutes to get to the little cafe where I work at. it's a great little place called k's coffee, the manager is called Kieran, and Hes a lovely guy, honestly, Hes one of those people where no one ever has a bad thing to say about him. I love working with him. I have been working here for about 3 months now and it has been wonderful to say the least.
I always feel really bad whenever I come to work late, because I know I'll never get seriously told of by Kieran, Hes always so understanding, yet id hate for him to think I'm taking advantage of his kindness, which unfortunately I have seen many people do. I hate those type of people.
as I make a turn, I can see the sign of the little caffe hanging of the side of the building. I sigh, happily knowing I'm going to just be able to make it in time. I feel a vibration in my right back pocket of the black skinny jeans I'm wearing, and I know straight away its going to be an angry message from my roommate complaining at me for creating such chaos as I left this morning. she can be really annoying sometimes. and by sometimes, I mean all the fucking time. there's always something that I have done wrong, it's like she's a fucking princess and I'm the peasant.
I quickly type out a response to her message, apologizing to her, even though I couldn't care less, buy hey, it's the decent thing to do, and unlike her I am a decent human being.
seeing the cafe approaching closer and closer, I speed up once more to defiantly get there on time. I reach behind me to place my phone back in my pocket, and as I do that, someone steps out the doors of the cafe and turns to walk towards me. I try and slow myself down, but its already too late as I go crashing into the person in front of me, making their coffee go everywhere. I stumble backwards onto my ass, as does the person who I just crashed into. I hurriedly get back up and hold out my hand for the other person to grab onto.
"Omg I'm so sorry, are you okay?" I say, embarrassment flooding my face. I really am so clumsy. of course, something like this would have to happen to me. why wouldn't it. god must love me.
the guy places his hand in mine, and I carefully pull him up onto his feet. now that Hes standing, I can see the massive coffee stain that's covering his white shirt.... WHITE SHIRT.
he dusts off his black trousers and takes of his matching black blazer. probably to prevent the coffee from touching it. "Yeah, I'm fine don't worry about it, are you okay though? it looked like you hit the ground much harder than me "he says with a little laugh, as he lifts his head up, our eyes meeting each other's.
"y-yeah I'm fine" I stutter out as I look into his chocolaty eyes. THIS MAN IS ABSOUTLY DROP DEAD GORGEOUS. never have I seen someone quite as handsome as this man in front of me, his blondish hair falls across his forehead, it looks so soft I'm actually a bit jealous to be honest. and don't even get me started on his eyes, it's impossible for me to look anywhere else they're so captivating. how do I breathe again? I've suddenly lost the ability to do so. BREATHE (Y/N) BREATHE. I quickly regain my breathing and drag my eyes away from his, slowly moving them down his body to see the beautifully tight fitted suit he is wearing, that's when I remember the giant stain on his shirt and mentally slap myself. repeatedly.
"I'm still really sorry about your coffee. please let me buy you another, it's the least I could do after bumping into you like that and causing you to spill your coffee" I say, mentally cringing at myself.
