Cold Coffee

Cold Coffee (one-shot)

A very cheesy one-shot coming ahead! Inspired by Ed Sheeran's song, Cold Coffee. Read at your own risk.

COLD COFFEE

A story by preppymisfit.

"Tell me if I'm wrong
Tell me if I'm right
Tell me if you need a loving hand
To help you fall asleep tonight
Tell me if I know
Tell me if I do
Tell me how to fall in love the way you want me to"

I consider myself as one of the simpletons-- staying in cafes on cold winter mornings just to get an awesome cup of hot, delicious coffee. A simple act of watching heat escape the drink in the form of smoke is a beautiful sight, maybe one of the best ways to start someone's day. Tea people are just immune to the reality that coffee is the better beverage-- well for my opinion.

Cliché as it may sound but, a large number of fictional love stories start with coffees. This beverage is an epitome of perfection and pure bliss. I hope no one disagrees with me on that.

I enjoyed the comfort of my hand wrapped around the paper cup, feeling the heat of the coffee soothe my cold skin. Someone from afar caught my attention, the guy was sitting at the corner table beside the window. His chin rested on the table surface as he lazily stared at the cup of coffee in front of him. He looked so... miserable.

"Is it alright if I join you?" I asked him. Seeing me, he sat up straight immediately, erasing the lazy aura of his eyes.

He eyes roamed around the place, probably wondering why I wanted to share a table with him. Most of the tables were vacant.

"Sure, I've got no problem with that. Take a seat." He said.

Now we're sitting face to face. I took a sip of coffee and stole him a glance. He rubbed his palms together and pressed them on his cheeks, trying to warm himself. Finally, he caught me staring at him... and he smiled.

"You really look better up close." He said, opening up the conversation. "I've never seen someone so beautiful like you."

"Thank you." I replied. "Are you sure it's okay to be here?"

"I'll be happier if you stay here."

Everyone loves the table closest to the window. It can be referred as the sentimental nook for the bitter ones, a space to think for people who make decisions, and a place where almost every love story starts. I remembered how I made his facial expression shift from miserable to happy. Sometimes it only takes an other half to change something.

"It seems like you really enjoy hot coffee, don't you?" He asked, wearing a creased forehead.

"Coffee is best when its hot, you know." I answered.

I looked at my cup and saw it half empty. I've been drinking continuously all this time while he... boringly stared at his cup. It was like he was waiting for something impossible to happen.

"Why aren't you drinking your coffee?" I slightly laughed and pointed at his cup. Thirsty and smitten by the beverage, I had the sudden urge to take it if he wouldn't.

"I don't feel like drinking it now." He simply said. There was no spark of excitement in his tone.

"I find you weird."

"Right. Because I prefer my coffee cold."

"You're weirder than I thought."

The weather was abnormally freezing cold and it was unusual to hear a person preferring cold coffee better. Very unpredictable.