Cup of Coffee

Rowen - Cup of Coffee

Grey clouds hung over the city. Robert tried to escape the heavy rain. He passed a small cafe, quickly entered and wiped the water out of his face.
From his blondsish hair dropped rainwater to the small wooden plank floor. Robert looked for a seat in the small but welcoming cafe. He quickly found a place and sat down. His head rested on the table. Not long after he laid his head down, a voice pulled him out off his thoughts. Robert lifted his head and water dropped on the cafe table:"what? Sorry I-". The friendly face smiled. "It's okay. Do you want to order, sir?"
For a moment Robert forgot that he was sitting in a cafe. He slightly shoke his head to order his thoughts. "Uhm yes...a coffee, please"
The smiling waiter nodded and walked away.

There were not many costumers in the comfortable cafe. An old Man sat with a little girl at a table. She was eating a cake while the man drank tea.
At another table was a student working on her laptop while drinking coffee. The waiter spoke a few words with her, that Robert couldn't understand. On a table not far from him was a middle aged man writing notes in a notebook.

After a not so long time the smiling waiter came with Roberts coffee while he was staring out the window.
"Thanks" Robert answered when the waiter sat the cup on his table. "Hope you like it" he smiled and went back to the counter to clean it.

While Robert was drinking his coffee he couldn't help but stare at the waiter. He looked so friendly and talked to his costumers like they were his friends. He smiled and talked nicely.
He couldn't lie but say that he was looking good too.
Roberts sighs and takes a sip from his coffee, that tasted surprisingly good.
After he finished his delicious coffee he waved goodbye to the friendly waiter and left the cafe. It stopped raining so Robert could walk home without getting wet. But on his way home he just couldn't get the waiter out of his mind.

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Robert made his way back home. He came from his work. Robert was a singer and just recorded his new song, so he had his guitar with him when he entered the small cafe. "Hey", welcomed the waiter friendly. "Hey", answered Robert shyly. He sat at the table that he used the other day. After a short time the waiter brought him coffee. "A present from me" he smiled warmly. The singer couldn't help but blush slightly. "T-thanks"
The brownish haired sat down across from Robert. "Your play guitar?", he asked. Robert nodded. "Yes...I sing too" he shyly looked away. The eyes of the handsome man sparkled. "Cool! You have to sing something!" Robert didn't know what to say. The waiter gave him a looked that Robert couldn't resist. He took the guitar out of the case.

Robert started to sing one of his own songs. The waiters eyes sparkled. "Wow! You are so good-" "-Robert", finished Robert the waiters sentence. He smiled at the owner of the cafe and waiter. "Oh I'm -" at this moment a cup shattered. Robert didn't get to hear the rest of the sentence because the waiter already jumped up and helped the little girl from the last time to pick up the shards of the white cup. The singer was a little bit disappointed that he didn't get to know the cute waiters name. 'Sorry' mouthed the waiter while he threw the cup shards away.
When he wanted to join Robert again on his table, new customers entered the cafe so the waiter couldn't come back.

Robert looked at his watch. It was already time to leave. He took the last sip and waved goodbye when he left.
He walked down the street. He couldn't stop thinking about the name of the waiter. The picture of his beautiful eyes were burned in Roberts mind. He took his face in his hands and kept walking to his house in a site street.
His house was in a sky blue with white details. The door was a light wooded one with a blurred little window with a bird carved frame. It was really good made and looked pretty.
He opened the door with his key and walked in. His flat was on the second floor. Quickly he used the stairs and opened the door to his flat. When he entered his room he put his guitar on its place at the wall and took seat on his bed. He threw himself backwards into the pillow and closed his eyes. A picture of the waiter appeared inside his inner eyes.