The Stranger (Liam)
“JESUS! ARE YOU BLIND?!” I spat, looking down at my brand new, I-don’t-need-a-boyfriend-when-I-have-such-a-pretty-top, costs-more-than-my-monthly-income white top, now drenched in coffee.
I looked up and glared at the guy but my features softened immediately. He was wearing dark glasses. He was blind.
“Oh my God, sir! I’m so sorry! Can-can I help y-” I started but he cut me.
“I’m sorry! But err… why are you apologizing?” he asked me.
“Oh umm… well I should have seen where I going. You can’t see…” I mumbled, feeling guilty.
“Oh no! I can! I’m uhh… I’m not blind.” He said, looking at the floor, straightening out his hoodie. He looked slightly familiar, I’m not sure why… Nevertheless I pushed the thought away. I don’t think I knew him personally, maybe I just saw him at some party or something.
“Then why are you wearing shades in a mall?” I asked, crossing my arms on my chest and immediately undoing the action, frowning at the fact that my arms were now wet and covered in coffee.
“Umm that’s another matter…” he started.
“You’re right that’s another matter! Don’t you see where you’re going?!” I said, anger filling me up again.
“I-I-I am sorry!” he muttered.
I sighed and shook her head disapprovingly. “Idiot.” I muttered under her breath and started walking away when I felt a tug on my arm, right above my elbow.
“What?” I whipped around and faced him again.
“Can I at least offer you a coffee? I need a new one and… I’m bored?” he offered with a hopeful smile.
I was still hopping mad but the idea of coffee tempted me. After thinking about it for a while, I nodded and walked by him till we reached the cafe.
“What’s your name?” he asked me as we joined the line for giving the order.
“Saphira.” I told him bluntly, telling him I was still mad.
“That’s a unique name. Beautiful.” He said and smiled.
I blushed and smiled. “Thanks.” I said, softening just a little bit. He smiled back.
“What’s yours?” I asked him.
He seemed to be a little worried about something but then blurted out “Liam” and adjusted his hoodie again.
I gave him a funny look.
“If the hood keeps falling, let it. Don’t need it in here!” I said, gesturing to the café ambience.
“Ugh… no I think it’s better up.” He forced a smile, trying to cover something out. Fishy.
I gave him a weird look again and turned around to realise it was my turn to order.
“Oh I’ll have a chai latte.” I told the waitress. “Make that two.” He said in his deep voice from behind me.”
“Name?” the waitress asked me with a blank expression, obviously bored with this same cycle every single day.
“Ugh Saphira.” I told her and she made a disgusted face and wrote it down as ‘Safira’. When I told her it was a ‘ph’, not an ‘f’, she shot me a death glare and I scoffed and stood aside. I whipped around when I heard a snicker. I saw Liam biting back a laugh. I gave him a nasty look and waited at the counter till another waitress(thankfully), with a smile plastered across her face, god didn’t her cheeks hurt?, anyway, she placed the glasses in front of us and I took them and turned when I turned back to ask her, “Doesn’t it hurt? Your cheeks? Smiling so much?”
