I walk into Starbucks, the autumn wind swirling around my perfectly tanned feet. I grab a seat at the back and order my usual: a dark black frappuccino mocha with two shots of espresso.
Where is he, where is he, where is he??? I look at my watch.It's 5:59 PM.
I wait one more minute and I'm about to gather my stuff to leave when suddenly, I notice a tall, lean frame pushing the door open. He wears a black sweatshirt, but his sleeves are rolled up so I can see that muscle below the bicep (which is below the elbow) tense as he pushes the door. His dark brown hair falls in front of his face as he walks up to the register, places his order, and walks back to where he is sitting.
I stood up nervously, about to leave. Looking at his phone, he walks back with his hot drink. While I'm gathering my things, he suddenly trips over me. I begin to fall, his coffee still in his hands. He throws the coffee in the air, reaching out to catch me before I fall. He catches me by the small of my back, holding me there for a couple seconds while I stared into his greenish blueish purplish eyes. He pulls us both up to standing height still holding me close so I'm by his neck.
"I'm so sorry about that," he whispers. "I seem to have tripped over you. Did I make you fall?"
"Yes," I say
"So you fell for me." He smirks. "Teeheehee."
Omg, I just realized what he did. My cheeks grow pink and I smile back. He's so silly!
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THIRD PERSON POV
Elle walked into the Kavya's Tea Shop, the chilly autumn air brushing her luscious balayage locks as she swayed through the aisle. The evening sun twinkled in her hazel orbs, which shimmered like the moon in the Sunday afternoon. Her hair's milky ends flew by as the wind gushed past. Winter; the season of snow, hot chocolate, holidays, and more importantly, love. He passed by the Starbucks cafe. He made my way in, pushing the door open.
From the back of the restaurant, a young, dark haired boy turned around. Elle was almost instantly blinded by his black hair. "Zamn..." she whispered under his breath. She was not talking about her grande tea. Who is that who just pushed that door open with his big muscles? "I bet he works out at the gym. Mmm yeah." she thought. He made his way through the restaurant, gliding his way through the aisle on his tall enough legs. He accidentally tripped on the El's foot. As he fell, he caught her. "uwu sorry uwu I didn't mean to do that," Elle sheepishly said. He's hot ttttttttttttttttttttt, she thought.
"It's okay blondie. You can step on me any time you want," the black haired boy winked.
OMG!!! Did I just imagine that or was it real??!?!?!? I thought. His black hair rustled in the Starbucks wind as I remained in his arms. He dumped his tea down my throat. "Gulp that down bb," he said.
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EL'S POV
I looked into his milk chocolate eyes, twinkling in the dim lighting of the back of the Starbucks cafe. He looked into mine, keeping me bent over as if we were in the middle of a dance, the dance of love. I could just imagine him whisking me away in his arms in the middle of our wedding. His younger brother, Jake, would walk me down the aisle in lieu of my late father, Stephen Girardeu, while I played on my flute, which he gave me during his passing. The crowd would stop talking, staring at me as I danced forward, my eyes closed. When they finally opened, they met once again with the hazel green gray chocolate orbs which were Aleksandr's. He would look at me in awe, in a demeanor similar to that of Paul Rudd's in that one Instagram reel by @cutecouplesusa.
"Hey, you good?" he asked, concerned. I snap out of my daze, looking back into his eyes.
"Yeah, sorry, I just got lost in your ocean eyes for a second."
He blushes. "Stop it, Kitty, you're making me shy." He freezes. "It's been a long time since I've felt vulnerable like this...this is a side I don't usually show to many other people."
He flips me up so I'm facing him, my hands falling on his chiseled breastbone to catch myself. He places his hand on the small of my back to keep me up.
"You can always be vulnerable around me, baby boy."
He looks into my eyes. He looks like a lost puppy. I can see he's really hurting inside, but doesn't know how to say it.
"What's wrong, Aleksbooboo?" I ask. I cup his cheeks in my small palms, barely being able to hold a 1/100000001010 of his face with the microscopic size of my hands.
"Nothing, I just–"
"El?" a deep voice comes up behind me. I feel a warm breath with the scent of dark mahogany wood on my neck.
I turn around.
"What the–"
Hehe what do you guys think will happen next?????
