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Coffee Shop

"So how did you guys meet?"

Well....I had finally given in and made an account on Tindr. It had taken several failed attempts at flirting in a bar (one of which ended up with me, hiding behind a bar from a very....passionate woman and her ferret (don't ask)) and a dry spell that lasted longer than any job I'd ever had. I was desperate. I'd tried everything. So, with much regret, Blueyeslester was born. I spent hours scrolling through my pictures, desperate for any image that made me look at least a little bit attractive, like maybe I had some kind of a life.

After the username, photo, and interests were completed I was wiped out, and fell into bed quickly disappearing into a dreamless sleep. The next morning I had forgotten all about the account, and it wasn't until I was sat playing crossy roads on the kitchen counter, slowly eating dried cereal like it was popcorn, that I remembered about it at all. I had no replies, but that was ok- it had been less than 12 hours, I had to give people a chance.

I kept telling myself that for over a week, telling myself that I just had to give it a chance, these things didn't happen overnight. After two weeks my insecurities started to take hold, and after three I had my finger hovering over the delete button. It had been just under a month when I finally got my first message.

Her name was Polly, she had short hair and an anarchic personality. Honestly she sounded too loud for me, too mean. But I was clutching at sand, and it felt like she was the only grain that hadn't slipped through my fingers yet, so we set up a date at a non chain coffee shop about half an hours walk away from me.

The date arrived, and I, despite our lack of chemistry online, was excited. I showered, straightened my hair and spent way too long choosing a shirt. I made the walk to the coffee shop quickly, my long legs and nervous demeanour wouldn't allow for a more leisurely stroll. I got there ten minutes early ordered a simple coffee and made my way to a table that was out of the away, but still in view of the door and waited. After 20 minutes I headed back up to the counter to buy us a cupcake to share. I was trying to decide between the blueberry or the white chocolate and raspberry when I first heard his voice. 'The white chocolates my favourite' it was smooth and velvety, I felt like I could listen to it for hours, I felt like I could swim in it, I felt like I was meant to listen to it. I turned around to see him behind me in the Que.

His dark brown hair stopped just above his eyes. They were the clearest chocolate colour, and matched his olive skintone perfectly. He had black stud earrings, which, before that moment I had always thought looked pretentious on guys. He was tall, taller than me which was rare and his smile. Oh God his smile. It was this gentle easy thing, it looked like a piece of artwork it was crooked and honest and so so real.

'White chocolate it is then' I smiled back and turned back to the cashier to order my cupcake. Already I missed his crooked smile, it had only been seconds but already I felt addicted to him. When I turned around again he was gone but I soon spotted him sat alone in a corner, his head in a book.

I headed back over towards my own table and began picking at my half of the muffin, finally, an hour later, I gave up. I'd been stood up. Solemnly I dumped her half of the muffin in the bin and stalked out of the coffee shop, ashamed and pissed off.

I didn't expect to hear from Polly again, but two days later she messaged me, claiming that one of her friends had had an emergency and she needed her help. Being the desperate loner that I was I agreed to meet her In the same place again, that weekend.

I was five minutes late this time, and ran into the very hot mystery guy as I was rushing into the shop, almost knocking him over. All he could do was laugh, but I was just embarrassed by my clumsiness and my stupid long limbs. I insisted on buying him a drink (he got a Belgian hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows) before ordering my own drink. Again she didn't turn up, and again I stormed out of the coffee shop, only to be stopped by the cute guy.

"You're meant to be here with someone aren't you?"
I sighed and blinked back some of my frustrated tears "Yeah...She didn't turn up"
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
And honestly I kind of did. I ranted most of the way back to my house before realising that I'd probably led him ages away from his home, he just smiled and told me it was ok. He said he hoped to see me again some time and let his long legs carry him off to his own home.

That evening I got a message from Polly, she 'forgot' about our date. Full of apology and begging she convinced me to try again the following week, although I kind of only agreed in a hope to see Dan (mystery guys real name).

The next Saturday came, and for the third time I walked to the stupid far away coffee shop for the girl who I didn't even really like. I got there, ordered the same thing, Sat in the same place and waited...again.

I saw Dan come in and sit down in one of the corners, I smiled at him but don't think he noticed me. After ten minutes the door burst open, and everyone in the shop looked up. A very loud couple had burst in, at first I didn't clock on, but the closer they got to me the easier it was to tell. It was Polly, and what looked like her boyfriend. She almost walked straight past me, but noticed me just in time.

"Oh hey....Bill?"She chirped
"Hi Polly" I droned back
"What are you doing here, I thought this places was ages away from your flat, unless, are you here for our date?" She burst out laughing and I was struggling not to cry. I had no comeback, I was nothing more than a joke to her. Until Dan came to my rescue.

"Hey babe" he appeared magically behind me and took the seat opposite "they only had one white chocolate muffin left, so we'll have to share, hope that's ok" I was confused,but soon caught on and just nodded smiling.

Next to me Polly looked gobsmacked, but Dan just turned to her and smirked "excuse I'm trying to enjoy a date with my boyfriend, so if you could just fuck off I'd be very grateful" he turned back to me and placed his hand over mine on the table, leaving Polly to just walk off stunned.

"So, your my boyfriend?" I asked arching an eyebrow.

He looked up at me coyly and said "well maybe not yet, before we can date we need to have a first date...."

So we did. We just sat there and talked for hours. When the place finally kicked us out he started walking me back to mine but I stopped him. "No, I'm not letting you walk all the way to my house, which is so in the wrong direction.

"Well actually I only live three minutes walk away from you"
"What then why do you keep coming here it's ages away?"
"Well I had twenty minutes to kill up here a month ago, when I saw this really cute guy in the line, so I kept coming back in the hopes I might see him again..."
I just smiled and went "oh you'll definitely be seeing him again" before reaching up and placing my lips gently on his. We've been together ever since.