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"Would you like another coffee, Sir?"
Felix shook his head as the kind barista who came by to check on him and his friends for the third time. He pushed his half-full iced vanilla latte back and forth on the table, from one hand to another, absentmindedly, ignoring the condensation on the outside of the glass as it got water on his skin and the piece of paper in front of him. The lo-fi music that played softly through the speakers did nothing to help him focus, as he stared out of the cafe window.
The last day had been a living hell. What made it worse was it was all his own doing, or at least he thought it was. He'd spent the entire night rolling around in a sweaty heap second-guessing if he was making the right decision, taking space away from you.
You were everything he'd ever wanted. You were funny, one of the only people who could make him laugh so hard water almost came out of his nose. You had the loveliest, most infectious laugh he'd ever heard, one that made him laugh along, even if he had no idea what you'd found funny. You were extremely kind and caring to those that you loved, even if you showed it mainly through playful jabs and teasing looks. You were adventurous and creative, and you loved to try new things. He'd never tried spicy mac and cheese, until this trip, when you'd forced him to eat it. Apparently, you wouldn't eat any mac and cheese unless it was spicy, and he'd surprisingly liked it, even though he needed tons of milk afterwards. It was something completely random, but he thought about it all the time. He loved seeing you get excited over a gorgeous dress, or sassy pair of sunglasses. You would always take pictures of cute clothes for inspiration before leading him to another rack. That kind of passion was what attracted him to a person, and you were bursting with it.
So why had he felt so hesitant to take your relationship even further? Even he couldn't answer that question. He could only chalk it up to a niggling feeling in the back of his mind, like a parasite, that he wasn't good enough. No matter how hard he tried to get rid of it, it dug deeper until he couldn't ignore it anymore.
