Tea Guy

Second date

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Chapter two :3 I'll post every Wednesday from now on! :D

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You were laying on your bed, head on your soft pillow, eyes closed.

Ever since you met Tom, his picture had been glued to your eyes. Whenever you closed your eyes, you saw him, smiling that adorable smile at you. If you concentrated, you could hear his voice repeat your name, tell you it's cute. You blushed when thinking of the "leg flirting".

Your room was dark. You had rolled down the blinds to keep the bright day out while you took a nap in your queen size bed, but Tom had kept you awake. You couldn't stop imagining what it would be like to have him there in that moment, rest your head on his shoulder, feel his fingers on your skin...

The imaginations soon evolved into something dirty and you had to stop yourself before you rushed off to your second "date" with nothing but sex on your mind.

Not that you'd ever had it; who would want to sleep with the nerdy girl who stuck to herself throughout school, who they forgot to invite to the parties, who they didn't recognise a year after graduation?

'Why would Tom want to do you if he could have any girl in the world with those looks?'

You sighed. You were too much of a loner. You'd never kissed someone, never even held a hand. Who said Tom would want to do it with you? Tom, who looked like a god, Tom, whose smile could make anybody happy, Tom, the eternal well-doer... He was down-to-earth and smart, sexy, famous, anything you weren't. There was no chance he wanted to be more than friends.

Maybe the leg flirting wasn't flirting.

You sighed and glanced at the clock. Might as well get over there, you thought. You had ten minutes and it was a five minute walk away, but being a little early wouldn't hurt.

You jumped up and pulled at your grey t-shirt to make it straight, pulled a black leather jacket on and went for the door. Dark jeans accompanied the jacket and your favourite black sneakers with laces in different colours were waiting by the door. You'd made them yourself, bought a pair of sneakers and different coloured laces and then laced your own shoes. Unique and good-looking, or at least you thought so.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror by the shoe stand before leaving. You were pretty today. You tested a few smiles and "Hi, Tom"'s before leaving. You looked like a maniac, but it had to do.

The weather was better today, the sun shone for once and the sky was more blue than grey. You kept a smile on your lips and looked around in case you might see from where he comes when he enters the cafe, but you didn't see him.

Now, that might be a bit stalkerish, but in fact, you already knew where he lived. You had googled him yesterday and through some searching found the area where he lived and with pure logic (and a few YouTube videos) pinned it down to only a block. Moahaha.

When you pulled the door open a bell rang and Tom spun around to see who was coming. He smiled when he saw you and you smiled back, hoping you didn't look like a maniac. He was sitting in the same booth in the corner, with his back to the door like yesterday. When you approached, he hopped aside, obviously meaning for you to sit next to him, but you sat down on the other side of the table before giving his action a thought and mentally slapping yourself. He smiled at you and hopped back, but the disappointment showed in his eyes.

"I didn't order anything yet," he said and you nodded. This felt a bit weird, actually. You looked out over the room to clear your thoughts. This was good, you were with Tom. Tom was good.

The cafe wasn't as busy today, but not empty. There were a few couples, mums with children, elderly people and loners, like you were. Used to be, you corrected yourself. Today, you were with Tom. Old music poured out of speakers hanging on the walls and a smell of coffee hung over the place. You loved it. You smiled and looked back at Tom who was, once again, staring at you. You arched an eyebrow with a smile.

"Oh," he said and jumped. "I'm sorry, I was staring again. You look great today."

You blushed and looked away for a moment but returned the compliment. He did look good; more casual than yesterday, now with jeans and a white t-shirt. His hair was a little wet, you noticed. You guessed he'd just showered but asked anyway, to make conversation.

"I'm sorry," he chuckled. "I came home only fifteen minutes before we were supposed to meet. Long day at work, I suppose yours are worse than mine, but sometimes they're exhausting. We did the same scene a hundred times, I swear. I beat the world record in showering quickly today," he joked and you laughed. Damn, he was cute with his hair like that, not all fixed. Adorable.

'Adorable,' your mind mocked you. 'You describe a man with the word "adorable"? Puppies are adorable! Men are handsome!'

You sighed at your thoughts and Tom asked what was wrong.

"Nothing," you replied. "Don't worry, I just have a lot on my mind like always."

He smiled at you and asked what you'd like to drink. Today you picked a cup of Earl Grey and a muffin for the sake of it, and he left before you realised he was planning to pay for your food.

You jumped out of your seat and hurried over to him in the line.

"You don't have to pay for me, Tom," you said and he chuckled.

"But I want to," he smiled and somewhere deep inside of you your mind was screaming at you to go back to your seat and let Thomas fucking Hiddleston buy you tea but that was too far down, you didn't notice it. Instead, you protested and insisted to pay for yourself. He only chuckled and pulled you into the line in front of him, gaining a sour look from the woman behind him. He stood close to you, so close you could feel the warmth of his body against your back. Your right hand, by which he had taken you, was warm from his touch. You found yourself wishing you could hold his hand again.

When you had both gotten your things you returned to your booth. You blushed when you realised you'd left his jacket and black bag unattended. When he sat down he hopped aside again, but you sat down in your old seat before noticing. You blushed even more. Damn, you sucked at love.

You sipped your tea and let out a satisfied sigh. After work, you had gone straight home instead of stopping by here, so you hadn't had your afternoon tea yet. You divided the day into tea-drinking; morning tea, work tea, lunch tea, work tea, afternoon tea, and evening tea. There was night tea, too, but that was only on those few occasions when you woke up in the middle of the night, which you only did when you were sick, which you close to never were.

"Long day?" asked Tom and you nodded. You gulped down some tea and explained,

"Only boring tasks at work, fact texts, had to rework some things the new guy did... No time for my writing."

You dug into your muffin as the conversation went on, from work to free time to interests to family to childhood... You seemed to talk forever, and as always you did most of the talking while Tom only got to sneak in a few words every now and then. He didn't seem irritated, though; a rather amused smile was on his lips the whole time. At last it was late and you both had to go. He pulled his jacket on and, glancing out, cursed the weather; it had started raining again. You sighed. It was only a five minute walk to your apartment, but still, that's five minutes in the rain.

"How do you get home?" asked Tom.

"I'll walk, I live only a few minutes away," you replied and he frowned. You wondered if he was searching for a way to make you come home with him or a way to offer protection against the rain. He opened his mouth but you beat him to it;

"It's just around the corner, I'll be fine. I need a shower anyway," you lied. Truth was you'd showered before going to the cafe, wanting to make a good impression by not smelling like a pig, but you wouldn't die from showering again. He nodded and thanked you for your company before turning to leave, but after a few steps he turned and asked;

"May I have your number?"