Dreaming the Reality

Morning Coffee

Since this is my first work. I'll keep it simple and slow :)). Hope you'll like it people <3
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YOU

2:30 pm. College students started to fill the hallways of our university, another class for some and another vacant for others. For me, well it's my vacant. Time to celebrate? . No people. I have two hours of vacant and that is equivalent to two working hours for my final project in filming. I decided to work in the library the only place where I could think and concentrate.

It would only take a few steps to go to the library when suddenly a yawn escapes my mouth. I spot a nearby coffee vender and decided to get a cup just to wear off the laziness.

I paved my way in the second floor of the library with a hot cup of coffee in my hand. Its aroma started to fill my nose down to my throat as I take one sip. I look around and smiled after I found my favorite spot. Fiction Corner. If only I'm not busy with my project I will surely die to read all the new. But what can I do?

I started to unpack my things needed for working. My laptop and my earphones, two things I can't live without. I started to open up my laptop and there it is still in its working software. I really forgot to shut it down a while ago. I exhale deeply and roll my eyes. I make myself comfortable in my seat and started to plug my earphones.

"Okay, Y/N start working now".

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3:35 pm. My eyes are getting heavy and watery for yawning over and over again. I shake my head and straighten my body as I begin to slouch. My right hand keep on typing while my left grab for a cup of coffee. But there's nothing left in it. I groan in frustration and yawn again. That's tenth already. Great. Just great.

I save my unfinished work and decided to take a break. I save it on my desktop so that I will not forget to continue it later. I am about to shut my laptop when dull brown eyes caught mine, matched with his messy blonde hair with a wide smile spread in his handsome face.

There he is looking and smiling at me face to face--
Let me rephrase that, there he is in my desktop looking and smiling to the camera whoever is holding it. But still I can't help it but smile at his adorable face.
I don't know why I love this guy so much even though he doesn't know me personally.

I mean he is just, well perfect.
It's just that he makes me happy every time I watch him on screen.

He makes my heart flutter every time my eyes met his brown ones even though that every time is just actually one time. I smiled at the memory.
I rest my chin in the back of my hands still looking at his face upon remembering the first time I met him.

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5:30 in the morning.
"Have a good day madam!"

I smiled at the girl who served my take out Starbucks coffee because of two things .First, I'm still not getting used to the accent of these people and second, hey! I just arrived here in London who wouldn't be happy? Ever since a kid England has been my dream. And finally after years of dreaming I am finally here breathing the oxygen of London.

Upon arriving here I was greeted by the sweet aroma of Starbucks coffee so here I am right now. My gosh I'm so happy. I was about to push the door of Starbucks to get outside when suddenly my phone rang.

My Aunt Lucinda. I'm going to stay with her for four years while studying in King's College London.

I was about to answer the call. When a group of girls who are laughing so hard which probably spend the night drinking in the bar which is very obvious in the smell of their breathe barge inside Starbucks pushing me aside and my stuff down to the ground.

"Stupid girl, get out of the way." Says the brown haired girl who seems to be the leader of the group. And they started laughing again what's even worse half of my coffee spilled through my neck down to my shirt.

Oh my gosh. This is not what I expect to happen in my first what? First hour here? I close my eyes to stop myself from pulling the hair of those girls plus I am trying to keep myself calm from the heat that is slightly burning my skin.

People are starting to look at me. Poor helpless girl, I thought. Oh gosh this is such an embarrassment. My face started to heat up as I clumsily pick up my stuffs and I can feel water in my eyes already. This is not supposed to be happening. I am not suppose to ---

"Hey, you okay?" a quite familiar voice speak in front of me. Familiar?
"Yeah, I'm fine "I said sarcastically with matching eye roll. I do not dare look at his face I just got to see his running shoes because basically I am still sitting in my ass.
I open up my backpack to get my hanky and wipe the dried coffee in my skin. People still keep on coming and I can feel their eyes on me.

" ummm.. Can you stand first from there? "It's still him.