coffee shop | lrh au

0.1 | this isn't starbucks

It was another day in the coffee shop, it was snowing all over New York. The cold from the outside mixed so well with the smell of freshly brewed coffee, another reason why I loved the coffee shop so much.

There was this one old couple who came there every Wednesday. Today was not an exception. The lady was fairly small and never stopped smiling at her loving husband. The husband was slightly taller and always wore a different watch. He collected them. Some of them, he got from his father, and the rest of them he bought himself.

That day, a guy came in. Someone I have never seen before. His red shirt
made his blue eyes pop. He was attractive, confident. He just walked up to me and that's when my adventure began.

"Hi, how can I help you today, sir?" I was smiling. I wasn't sure if I was smiling because he was attractive or because it was just a good day.
"Can I get a venti latte, please?" he smiled back. Yet the illusion was shattered.
"Are you serious?" I half laughed.
He confusingly nodded.
"Oh, wow, uhm..." I started.
"You may have a large latte, yes. But just for future reference, when you visit a coffee shop or a café, they don't do starbucks sizes." I awkwardly smiled.
"Oh, uhm, okay, I'm sorry."
An awkward silence filled the room.
"No, wait, I'm sorry, this isn't how you talk to a costumer. If you still want your coffee, I can give you half off? For being sort of rude." I blew it. I totally blew it.
"No it's okay. Just a.. large latte then." he smiled.

He was sat at the corner table, listening to music and reading a book. I couldn't make out which one, however I was dying to find out.

That was when my boss told me my shift was finished. I never thought I'd ever see him again.
Have you ever felt like that? You're out somewhere and drop something, and you don't see it until a stranger comes up to you and tell you that you've lost something. If you do find this stranger attractive, it's a shame. Because you know you will most probably never see the stranger again.
This stranger was different from the others. I felt like he was an old friend.
He reminded me of my old friend Scott. Scott and I met in primary school and just after knowing each other for three days, we were already inseparable friends. We had a strong band, and I didn't think anything would change that, but of course change comes in all shapes and forms. This change was named Isabella. She just came into his world, and just like that Scott and I stopped talking.
It was a shame. He really was my best friend.
This guy looked really similar to Scott. Besides the blonde hair, they could be brothers.

When I got home to the small apartment in Brooklyn, all I did was think.
Who was this guy? And how did he end up at the coffee shop? What was his adventure? Would I even get to find out?