Cup of Coffee

Cup No. 2

A/N: Warning, this is a fast paced story since its  a oneshot. I find this story disappointing actually but at least I got to try something new. It has a stupid ending. I'll stop with the spoiler so find it out for yourself. Thanks for reading anyways :) Cheers!

Cup No. 2

Did you ever believe in love at first sight? Was it like a time bomb explosion when you fell for that person? Or did you feel weightless as your eyes laid upon him or her? Was it magical or was it like a bubble popping experience? Let me tell you a story of how my world stumbled upon the phrase, ‘love at first sight.’

To tell you honestly, it was not anything like their descriptions. It was a stupid encounter and the hot weather was making it worse. My eyes were transfixed on him as I made my way to the cafeteria. My heart didn’t even beat faster until the moment I bumped into someone. Only then, I blushed so hard and made me looked away. It was the embarrassment that made me feel like a girl in love. But then I got to prove that the anticipation of seeing someone was inevitable.

I was attracted to him like a bee to a honey. Really, it was an exaggeration. But truthfully, it was an average moment. I got to squeal at my friends whenever I saw him. It made me write about him in my diary.

As the days passed by, he might have felt my presence because he sent a text message then what happened next was a whirlwind. We got together as in together as boyfriend and girlfriend kind of thing. Apparently, he fell in lovewith me at first sight too. It was totally destiny or coincidence.

Our first few months together was pretty much normal. We saw each other often and exchanged messages almost every day. We even call each other every other night. We were a lovey dovey couple as they called it. It was on our sixth month that I introduced him to my parents. It was never my intention for him to meet my folks but at that time it was not really a big deal because I once visited his house before but I never got to meet his dad because he was still at work.

I lived in an apartment with several people whose ages were mostly around mine. On the way to my parents’ home, we stopped by at a café where my high school friend, Kanon, used to work, Springtime Café.

My friend was the one who took the order, “The usual?”

“Nope,” I replied giving a sly smile to Kanon whose eyes were fixed in the guy beside me, “I’ll just take your special banana cake.”

Then Kanon went to get the cake I ordered while my boyfriend asked me if I was a regular in the café. I answered yes because I was, I used to before we started going out. Even though Kanon and I attended different universities, we were really close especially when she started working part-time at the coffee shop.

Kanon came back quickly with the cake, “So what’s the cake for?”

“It’s my parents’ anniversary,” I answered shortly, “By the way, this is Ken, my boyfriend.”

Kanon’s smile grew bigger, “I’m Kanon. We used to attend the same school. Nice to meet you, Ken.”

After that encounter, we went to my parent’s house. We were greeted by my mother who looked surprised but pleased at the same time. Of course, I introduced Ken as my you know, boyfriend. My father kept a poker face and my little brother who was in his last year of high school snatched the cake from me. In no time, my brother got involved talking with Ken about some computer games while my mom and I exchanged brief stories until it came to such topic.

“Don’t you think he’s a bit weird, sweetie?”

My eyes grew large and I choked on my own saliva, “Mom!”