Beautiful Mistake

The Coffee Shop

I grab my backpack and I hop into my car. As my sixteenth birthday gift, I got my mom's old car. An Audi Q5, and it was beautiful. I take care of it like it was a baby, and it's in nearly perfect condition.

I drive to my favorite local coffee shop. Most kids go to Starbucks, but I think it is way too loud and crowded to actually get any school work done.

When I arrive, I lock my car I and stroll inside. The delightful smell of fresh coffee and pastries hit me instantly, and I wave hello to the barista.

I find my usual spot and I pull out my laptop and my reading glasses. I begin to study tediously, and I get so caught up I don't even realize it when a model, er, I mean, a boy sits in right in front of me.

"Hey,"

I jump, startled because I thought I was the only one here. When I see him, two thoughts come to my mind:

'Whoa, um, he's hot' and 'Um, Quinn! What are you doing? Introduce yourself!' "Oh hi!" I say suddenly, following my own orders, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Seriously, Quinn? You sound like some old man from the 1700's.

He laughs, and he pushes up his glasses.

"Um, hi. I'm Oliver, and I couldn't help but notice you from afar."

"Well, hello Oliver. I'm Quinn, and how come I've never seen you before?"

"I'm new here, I just moved," he says, with a pang of sadness.

Looks like God has sent me an angel. An angel with messy brown curls and bright hazel eyes. His tan, olive skin glows against a light blue polo and khakis.

"Oh really? Wow, we usually don't get a lot of new kids," I say, flirting a bit.

He smiles.

"Mind if I stay and chat with you, Quinn?"

Mind? Um, I would pay him to sit down with me.

"No, of course not. Have a seat."

I think we talked for around four hours. So much for studying. Something about Oliver made him so easy to talk to. I learned so much about him, and I found out he would be starting at Brown High School next week. He is hilarious, and I could have stayed in that coffee shop for another four hours. I gave him my number and he gave me his.

When it was time for me to leave, he walked me to my car, even though it wasn't that far away.

"Thank you," I say, blushing and turning a harsh shade of pink.

"Yeah, no problem. I had fun," Oliver responded, and he brushed my hair away from my face.

I stared up at him, and we leaned in at the same time. His lips were gentle and he held me in his arms. I held his cheeks and he held my waist close to his, like he would never let go. Afterwards, we pull away slowly and I look at him.

"Oliver, I just met you,"

"Same Quinn, same,"

I giggle, and I give him a small kiss on his cheek.

"Hey, will I see you again?" he asks me as I get in my car.

"Of course," I respond.

"When?"

"Tomorrow? Same place, same time?"

"Sounds great, see you then," he smiles at me.

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-Ali :)