𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗬 𝗕𝗨𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗦 ... Miles Morales

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EDITED; 11th Aug, 2024

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Miles practically bounced down the street, his excitement bubbling over with every step as he made his way to the familiar café. The news his teacher had given him earlier had lifted a huge weight off his shoulders, and now, he was riding the high of relief.

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"Sorry, Morales," the teacher had said, setting down her phone with a slight sigh. "It looks like she's caught up with something at the moment. Just go ahead and enjoy the rest of your day, but make sure you come back here tomorrow as soon as possible, okay?"

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Good luck must really be on his side today. Instead of spending time being tutored by a stranger, he was free to hang out with his best friend and roommate, Ganke. The thought made him smile as he approached his destination, the well-loved café; Foam Party.

He pushed the door open and was greeted by the warm, familiar aroma of coffee and baked goods. The café had a cozy charm to it, with its rustic wooden tables and the soft hum of conversation in the air. Miles made his way to a table by the window, close to the cashier’s counter, and settled in, pulling out his phone.

Your friendly neighborhood Spidey:
Ganke, where you at?

Miles chuckled to himself. It wasn’t often that he arrived earlier than Ganke. He slipped his earbuds in, and soon the mellow, rhythmic beat of his favorite song, "Sunflower," filled his ears.

'Needless to say, I keep her in check.'

He let the music wash over him, leaning back in his chair and soaking in the peaceful moment. For once, he didn’t feel rushed or stressed—just content.

A few moments later, someone approached his table and handed him a menu. Miles took it, his eyes still focused on his phone, barely glancing up as he skimmed through the options.

"This looks nice. I think I’ll have it," he said, pointing out his order before handing the menu back.

"Good choice. Would you like anything else?" a soft voice asked.

"Well… no, not really…" Miles began, finally turning to face the figure beside him. "If there’s anything else good, I’d like to know abou—" His words caught in his throat as his eyes locked onto the person standing before him.

'Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck.'

"...Woah…"

The figure before him wasn’t just any barista; she was stunning, a vision that seemed to have walked straight out of his daydreams. Her (h.colour) hair, whether (curly/straight/etc.), was tied into a casual low ponytail, with soft bangs framing her glowing (s.colour) skin. But it was her eyes—those (e.colour) hues—that captivated him the most, reminding him of the calm, soothing ocean waves on a warm summer day. She wore a (h.colour) hoodie that brought out the warmth in her complexion, paired with (j.colour) jeans that complemented her (s.colour) Converse sneakers perfectly. And then there was the green apron, with the name "Foam Party" written in elegant calligraphy across the front, which somehow made her look even more adorable.

Miles’ heart thudded in his chest, his cheeks heating up as he struggled to keep his composure. He was lost—completely and utterly lost in her presence. Everything else faded away, the noise of the café becoming nothing more than a distant hum as he gazed at her, unable to tear his eyes away.

'Ooh~'

The music in his ears seemed to echo the way he felt, every note resonating with the inexplicable pull he felt toward her.

'She's a sunflower~'

Time slowed, the world around him blurring at the edges, leaving only her—this beautiful stranger who had somehow turned his ordinary day into something extraordinary.