Kamila's POV
Coffee. The one mere thing that held the power to assuage the whir of thoughts that pranced throughout my mind. For a sixteen year old, I was certain the amount of dilemmas I experience on a daily basis was not considered natural. Not to mention the amount of homework I constantly have weighing my shoulders down, just piles onto the lot. To be concise, I wasn't happy. Sure my friends were there to provide company and make me laugh, though the demanding voice in my head wanted more. A boyfriend perhaps? It couldn't be, I had watched countless couples get together. The cycle is quite simple; they get together, they're all over each other in the first week, then something bad occurs and just like that they'll break up, never attempting to fight for what they may have had. It was miserable to view so many beautiful relationships turn awkward. If getting a boyfriend meant going through that, I'd rather not.
On the subject of coffee, I discovered a temporary remedy to get me through the day; a cinnamon latte with one pulp of vanilla. I admit, I have sweet tooth. Despite the excessive intake of sugar I consume each day, it truly does calm my thoughts. Every morning at roughly 8 am, I drink my coffee at the corner café before boarding the bus to school. Though today was different. I had arrived here much earlier, retrieving little to none sleep the night before. I desperately needed caffeine in my system if I were to function.
At 7:15 am I exited my house, wearing my white buttoned school shirt with skinny jeans and a pair of black converse. I threw my long dark brown hair into a high ponytail and applied a touch of black eyeliner to the bottom rim of my eye to compliment my olive complexion. I swung my school bag over my shoulder, collected my credit card and began walking to the coffee shop.
I pushed open the door, causing the small bell at the top to ring. I had instantly noticed the shop was much more crowded than the other times I visited. Must just be the hour. I walked towards the barista and flashed her a smile.
"Hey Eva, I'll just take the usual"
"Kamila! You're here early"
"Yeah, I couldn't fall back asleep so I figured I'd just come early"
"That sucks. It's a little crowded in here today, so you'll probably have to share a table with someone or you could take it to go"
"It's a pretty early for school. I'll just try to find a spot somewhere"
"Sweet. Oh, and it's $4.00"
I swiped my card and paid for the coffee. I took a small sip and burnt my tongue, though the sweet consistency relieved the pain. I stood awkwardly on the spot for a good 10 seconds, deciding who to bother. Most tables were occupied by couples or 40 year old men dressed in work suits.
I walked towards the back of the store and noticed that a young guy, probably a year or two older than me was sitting alone reading a book. All that I could gather was his spiked blonde hair and glasses. Despite his head being faced downwards in the book, I could easily tell that he was attractive. I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. He was obviously busy reading, what if he sent me away? It's a known fact that attractive guys are usually assholes. I decided to swallow my fear and approach him.
"Uh.. I..." I began to stutter. Nice work Kamila. "Um hey, is anyone else sitting here?" He never looked up, obviously not hearing me. How embarrassing.
I cleared my throat loudly, attempting to receive his attention. He finally lifted his head and I could have sworn that my jaw had hit the ground. Attractive was an understatement. I was captivated by his mesmerising pools of sapphire. Was it even legal to be this attractive? He had a small ring pierced into the bottom of his lip. I would be lying if I said I didn't find that incredibly sexy. I would gladly nibble on his perfectly parted lips. He began to lift his eyebrows upwards in question. Shit, I needed to say something..
