Hot Coffee, Cold Hands

Chapter 3 ♡

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"I-I'm Indie," I managed to stutter, after regaining my composure slightly.

So his name was Luke. Holy shit, he was beautiful.

Luke continued to smile, "Nice to meet you Indie. I'm very sorry for my clumsiness." He motioned around him to the coffee covered floor.

He winced sheepishly, "I'm not usually allowed to serve out coffee for this very reason, the boys usually just have me wiping down tables or something."

So I had been right, he definitely did work here.

"No no, don't worry," I held my shaking hands out in front of me, "It's as much as my fault, I wasn't concentrating."

Luke nodded, standing up and brushing down his jeans. The floor was thankfully clear now, the broken coffee cup pieces back on the tray.

He held out a hand to help me up, which I took gratefully.

"At least let me buy you another coffee to make myself feel better?"

I didn't want Luke to think that he owed me anything, after all, I was partly to blame for the whole incident. However, I wasn't the kind of girl that turned down free coffee. Especially free coffee given to me by very gorgeous boys.

"Are you sure? That would be great, thank you. Just a regular latte with ca-"

"Caramel syrup? Yeah, I know," Luke smirked. My face contorted into confusion.

"What are you, some kind of psychic? How did you know that?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed and a small smile on my lips.

"Just a lucky guess, I suppose." Luke smiled cheekily before picking up the tray and heading back into the kitchens.

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"Here you are." A steaming cup was placed promptly in front of me on the table, where I had sat back down and continued to read.

I looked up from the page and smiled, seeing Luke standing there.

"Thank you," I said, feeling somewhat shy, tucking some hair behind my ear and reaching forward to grasp the beverage.

Luke looked down and shuffled his feet awkwardly, "It's, uh, no problem at all."

My heart raced at the sight of him becoming suddenly nervous around me. The fact that I wasn't the only one feeling a bit jittery gave me a small surge of confidence.

"Do you want to sit for a bit?" I motioned to the empty seat across from me. "I mean, you don't have to, I know you're working a shift and everything but-"

Relief crossed Luke's face, and he eagerly sat down in the vacant spot before I could finish. "It's fine, they don't miss me anyway. In fact, I think they prefer me being out of the way," he grinned, waving his arms around towards the waiters that were working behind the counter.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. It felt nice to have some company for once.

Especially the kind of company that was exceptionally gorgeous.

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Luke gagged and spluttered, eventually swallowing the mouthful of coffee in his mouth.

"Now that is by far the most repulsive drink I have ever tasted in my whole life!" He exclaimed, shuddering.

I was laughing way too hard at the sight of Luke overreacting after I'd made him try my coffee. Sure, latte with caramel syrup and sweeteners wasn't going to be everyones forte, but it wasn't that bad, was it? It was undeniably sweet, yeah, but definitely not gag worthy.