Writers Block | ElasticDroid

Chapter 1: In a Coffee Shop I Met You

My name? It isn't of importance, but if you must know, I am your worst nightmare.

Y/N sighed and glared at her screen, wondering if the line was too cheesy and corny or if it should stay. After a second thought, she pressed backspace and groaned inwardly. Glancing up from her computer, she stared at the other people bustling about the coffee shop. 

A stressed student sat nearby, glaring at a pile of textbooks. An old man reading a novel, nose shoved deep into the story, and his black coffee lying cold by his side. Y/N sat still, trying to overcome her writer's block. She ultimately decided to just people-watch and see if there was any inspiration. 

No sooner did that thought enter her head than the store's bell chimed, signifying new people. A rowdy group of men, maybe three—no four. She hadn't seen a shorter one hiding behind a tall black man. Y/N raised her brow at this lively group and glanced curiously at the other people milling about. None seemed to have noticed their entrance, but she certainly has. Her eyes fell on one man; his black curly hair was sitting atop his head, and his slender fingers pushed up his black-rimmed glasses. She noticed the trimmed and short beard and his infectious laugh at something he said to the shorter man. 

He's kinda cute, Y/N said to herself and smiled softly. The taller man next to the curly dude turned around and elbowed his friend, causing Y/N's eyes to widen slightly before quickly moving to stare at her screen, fingers playing with the keys on her laptop and not really typing. Just waiting for them to look away from her. She snuck a glance upwards and noticed a curly-haired man staring her down. She glanced back down and pulled out her phone, rushing to look busy on her phone. 

Just great, she thought, I never go outside and the time I do I panic in front of a cute guy. 

She felt the seat across from her shift and a loud scraping noise. She looked out and stared at curly-haired dude sitting in front of her. 

"Is uh- is this seat taken?" His deep voice asked. Y/N felt herself melt at the sound of his voice. Y/N shook her head softly and gave a small smile. "My names Jaime, what's yours?" He asked, smiling and looking at her expectantly. 

"My name is Y/N. It's nice to meet you," her honeyed voice said. She saw the man smile wider if that was possible. She glanced behind him and saw his friends sitting at a table, conversing amongst themselves with an abandoned drink nearby. "I think your friends have your drink already. You should probably drink it while it's still good," she said.

"Do the drinks go bad here?"

"No," she laughed, "But they do taste better freshly made. Trust me, I would know." She took a sip from her lukewarm cappuccino and grimaced lightly. He laughed at her reaction. 

"What are you drinking?" He asked suddenly. He glanced back at his friends and must've made a gesture since they seemed to giggle at each other. Y/N raised a brow, and it vaguely reminded her of schoolgirls gossiping. 

"Uh, a cappuccino. Why? What did you get?" she asked, looking at her empty cup. He shook his head and stood, heading up to the counter. Y/N looked at him strangely before staring at her laptop. She nibbled on her fingers, scrolling to the top of the page to skim her story again and see if she could find a way out of this writer's block. Soon, Jaime joined her again and she glanced seeing him hand her a cup with a warm cappuccino. 

"Oh! You didn't have to get me anything." She said, graciously taking it from his hands, she noticed the frappe he held in his hands and glanced at the table behind them, seeing the abandanded drink gone. 

"It's no worries, besides, you're drink was all gone now."

"Thank you, I really appreciate it."

"It's no big deal." A small beat passed between them and Y/N smiled taking a sip of her drink and let out a sigh of relief. He cleared his throat and played with his fingers. "What are you working on? If you don't mind me asking," he said, rushing out the last part, hoping that he wasn't offensive or weirding her out.