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Coffee & Cramps

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Chapter 1

Instead of working on my hopeless essay on the importance of politics, I decided to head out to my favorite café to have some of my favorite tea.

The café was rather small, not fitting more than 15 people total with all of the seating, but good news was that the little place did not attract too many people. What I have noticed is people do not like being out of their element, and that includes their surroundings.

I sat in my normal corner, drinking my normal tea, and thinking my normal thoughts.

My mind was racing today with thoughts though and I couldn't help but take up that opportunity to write them all down, writing has always been my true passion.

I jumped at the sudden ringing on my phone next to me, I placed it up to my ear and listened to what had to come, "Where are you? Your mother and I are at your apartment waiting to speak with you!"

My heart sank remembering I planned to talk to my parents about my major today at 3:30.

"I-I uh, I'll be right there! I'm right around the corner, I left to get some ice! Be right there!" I repeated, scrambling to pick up my books and supplies.

My shaky hands were not serving me any justice as I shoved my things into my book bag, lastly I made sure to get ahold of my half drunken tea.

Quickly I turned around and slammed into something, causing me to lose my balance, fall, and then spill my tea all over myself and whatever I ran into.

I grunted and it didn't take a second for me to start mumbling apologies to whoever had the indecent experience to run into me.

The second I looked up to make eye contact the wind was knocked out of me. I realized it was Alan Rickman standing above me, looking concerned.

"I-I am so so sorry! I was in a hurry and didn't know you-"

"Its fine, miss. Do you need any help?" Alan didn't hesitate to take me by the arm and hoist me up before I could say a word.

"N-No I'm alright, I need to get going. My parents are waiting for me around the corner, they're really impatient as well," I managed to put a sentence together in front of this amazing actor. While this was going on I was trying to distance myself from him by going to the trash can and grabbing some napkins.

I tossed the now empty cup away and took a dozen or so napkins from the dispenser.

I could feel my face reddening, I needed to get away fast.

"Again, I'm really sorry, sir, here," I gave him a fistful of napkins and rushed around him and out of the café. As soon as I was three feet out on the pavement I heard the bell of the café door ring again.

"Wait! Miss!" My heart sank when I turned around and saw him, he was wearing a nice dark sweater and washed out jeans. The tea didn't show up too badly on it, but I still felt incredibly embarrassed.

"What's your name?" He asked out of pure curiosity.

I stared at him for a few seconds, should I actually give him my name? My favorite actor was standing feet in front of me, with MY tea spilled all over his sweater and he was asking for a name. Maybe he'll always remember this day and have a name to the face, or maybe he'll sue me.

"Aspen Robinson, again, really sorry Alan." I let him know that I knew who he was, and with the he gave me a final nod and we went off in our separate ways.

ZZZ ZZZ ZZZ

I jumped up from my phone alarm, sweating.

That was one of the most realistic dreams I've ever had, and the fact that Alan Rickman was in it freaked me out even more.