Coffee Shop Encounters

♨2 boys and 1 word vomit♨

The boy who had just walked in shakes his hair and puts on his now foggy nerd glasses.

I watch as his eyes wander around the shop, analyzing every little detail. He keeps a blank face as if he's letting his eyes do the talking. I can't get anything out of it.

I wait one second. Two seconds. Three seconds and then suddenly his eyes land on me. Little ol' simple me standing at the other end of the shop with a pile of dirty dishes and messy apron.

He studies me as if I was a new painting in the Art Maniac Museum, the only museum in this town. My insides twist. I couldn't see the colour of his eyes but I could already tell they would take my breath away with one look.

Oh man, whatever Alyssa caught from her mystery boy, I'm probably catching it too.

He's dressed a black shirt that clung to his lower abdomen and a thin cardigan on top. The wet shirt points out faint lines underneath. I look him over, noticing that he was quite tall and lanky yet has well defined facial features. Not the type you would think would have muscles, let alone anything other than a small layer of skin on bones. His structured face indicates that a very chiseled jawline is present. Oh man.

I let my gaze travel once around the whole shop before letting them land on him again.

"We're closed," I say, after finally finding my voice. Thank the lords it didn't crack. My embarrassing side has finally given me a break.

He smiles, as if he knew I checked him out and had tried to play it off cool. He runs a hand through his jet black hair and re-positions his huge glasses, only making him cuter. Was he doing this on purpose?

"I know, sorry," he said while scratching the back of his neck, letting a small spot of red make its way to his cheeks.

Oh Elsa what have you done. I didn't know it was summer so soon in your ice kingdom, I'm melting.

"So uhm bye?" I sorta shrug my shoulders not knowing what else to say. Had that come off a little bit too rude?

The boy suddenly glances up to meet my eyes. For a brief second, I notice this unreadable expression cross his face. In that second, I could have blinked, looked away, or gone back to what I was doing. But I caught it.

The look passes just as fast as it had came. He then frowns, letting the smallest bit of a crease appear in the middle of his eyebrows, before his expression returns to a blank look.

Oops?

Before I could apologize, he walks out.

No bye or an "It's ok." Just like that, without a word.

Well, okay then.

Alyssa's message is in mind when I get my stuff. Whatever she had to say, it could wait. After all, it was just a guy's abs she was going to rant over. I make a mental note to myself not to bring up this cute guy's presence tomorrow. Alyssa would freak.

No, Ze, you just admitted to yourself that he's cute.

I walk around the area outside the shop in slow steps, almost as if I'm expecting someone. But there was no sign of him anywhere. Not that I expected there to be.

The street lights illuminate the sidewalk as I walk home trying to shuffle through my awful memory and detect where I'd seen those eyes before. Those same eyes that were so mesmerizing, but were also curtains that hid another story.

I go home and surprisingly, mom's at the hospital working another night shift. She left a message on the fridge door, and I felt too tired to call her anyways. I change into my pj's and collapse to a deep sleep, repeating the same question that had been ringing through my head.