a collection of heartwarming one shots consisting of fuzzy romantic snippets, which can compel you to grab a mug of coffee and enjoy them while sipping the sweetness of the coffee resonating with the moments you read!
oh and also, cliché alert! that...
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Bad cramps adorned thighs, a lousy gaze stuck at the glowing object she was dutifully forced to operate on, a hammering headache tiptoeing around her forehead and the dimly lit room, all added to Rytasha's misery. Working overtime was not something she was a fan of, but kudos to her boss for not running them on a schedule priorly and later hogging them with overwork and time cramp. Thus, to Satan's glee, she and a team of other five people were currently packed in the air-conditioned dark room, trying to get the assignment done.
"I can't do this anymore!" She cried hushedly, untying her hair in frustration. Ruffling them with annoyance, she sat with an angry pout glaring at the glowing screen. Her untamed and freshly tousled strand of hair falling at her forehead and nose.
"Maybe, a break would do?" The voice she had been crushing on for the past few months fell into her ears. A sudden wave of energy washed over her exhausted muscles and the dull face now replaced itself with something borderline glowing. Concealing the butterflies in her stomach, she replied casually.
"I can't, I have to get this done before morning anyhow. These designs are the first of the things we are presenting." Cracking her knuckles, she turned around her chair leisurely to take a good look at his face. The next thing only brought crimson to her cheeks. Too cramped up in work, she hadn't spared a glance at him all day, and now she thanked herself. He looked distracting right now. Very distracting. Especially for her poor lovelorn heart.
Black shirt, sleeves rolled up, tousled head which looked like it was assaulted only a little while ago, black jeans and perfectly neat sneakers. To assault her poor heart more, he had come shaved today as well. Freshly. Oh boy, it was embarrassing how she was feeling about him. With palms tucked in his jeans pocket, he stood with a soft smug smile, glancing down at her face, blissfully sipping coffee. Now, she wants coffee.
"You aren't getting the work done anyways, right now. Thanks to your saturation point of exhaustion, your creativity has taken a dip, so trust me, using a break would help. Not much, just five minutes. I'll bring coffee for you, wait here." Saying, he trudged off to the coffee machine, after casually wrecking her heart with bubbled heartbeats. Her signs of protest hadn't even made an entrance before he went on about his mission. Focus. You have work to do. Simping is not gonna fill your tummy, woman! She chided herself.
Or it could, what if I marry a rich man? Her crazy thoughts ran wild everytime she was jaded beyond her limit. She knew she wasn't getting any sleep tonight as well, given how her body reacted to too much exhaustion. It was sometimes annoying how she couldn't just dissipate into the comforts of bed the moment her tiresome work was done, like the others could. Instead her body liked making her hyper following the exhaustion.
"Are you sleeping with your eyes open?" A cup of coffee stretched in front of her face and drew her out from her thoughtful world. A throaty chuckle followed, grabbing her attention more than it should have. The fresh aroma of coffee instantly worked its magic on her tired soul, directing her attention to the sweet liquid from her cramped thighs.
