Make it easy, say I never mattered.

(Coffee's For Closers)

"I, I, I, I can't explain a thing" I begin to write on the napkin that sits in front of me.  

"I, I, I, I want everything." I continue.

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"G'morning, Pattycakes." I hear a familiar voice say.  I look up to be met with the pair of brown eyes I had fallen in love with.

"Morning, Pete." I respond trying not to drown in his presence.

"Your usual?" He asks taking the notepad from his pocket.  I nod, smile, and giggle lightly.

"I'll be right back, Trick." And with that he was gone.  I knew it would take approximately 3 minutes and 38 seconds for my drink to be made, I had counted last time.

In the meantime, I leaned to my bag, reaching in grabbing my laptop and headphones.  I quickly opened Spotify, turning on Stay With Me by Sam Smith.

I listened to the lyrics, like really listened to them for the first time.  Of course I had heard the song before, but I had never really listened.

I was interrupted by someone pulling out my earbud.  I would usually be really pissed, but I was calmed down when I saw it was just Pete, who had returned with my coffee.  

"Pat, I have been asking you a question for like the past 5 minutes." He spoke smirking at me slightly.  

"Sorry, I just, I was listening to a song." I told him telling him the truth.  Without another word, he slid next to me on the seat and took the earbud from me putting it in. 

I was confused, but proceeded to play the song anyway.  

"Oh, won't you stay with me? 'Cause you're all I need. 

This ain't love, it's clear to see.  But darling, stay with me."

The song continued but I was too focused on Pete to really listen.  He just, damn why was he so beautiful! 

Pete pulled the earbud out and stood back up.  "I really like that song." He said pulling out some sugar packets from his pockets.  He knew that I was one of those people who liked a little bit of coffee with my sugar, instead of vise-versa.  He leaned over to pour it in my cup, which was labeled Patty boy.  

Once he had done this, he said, "I've been meaning to ask you something, but I guess I never really got around to it...." I smiled at him adjusting my fedora a bit, because it was about to fall off.  "Go on." I said.  He then continued, "Why is it that you've continued to come here every morning without fail? I mean, don't get me wrong, I love that you come here, but I just, don't you get bored of all this? Bored of me?" 

He looked down when he said the last part.  I frowned sadly that he thinks I would get bored of him.  "I come here because I like to see your pretty face every morning, and the coffee's pretty good too.  But, hey, Petey don't go putting yourself down.  I could never get bored of you." 

He looked up and smiled a little.  "Aw, there's the smile I love." I said pulling him into the seat next to me, pulling him into a hug.  My arms were around his neck and he put his around my waist.  And suddenly I realized, he's the only place that's felt like home.

"Patrick, people say love doesn't exist, and I used to believe that, but I will never believe again." 

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"We will never believe again"  I finished the song I had begun earlier.

We will never believe again. It's perfect. 

(Coffee's For Closers)