Ross Lynch Imagines

coffee vibes

    "Dammit," you cursed under your breath, frustrated from the lack of performance on your laptop. You were sitting at a small table in the corner of a loud and crowded coffee shop, like you come here every morning. This coffee shop was your only calm hour of the day, and was slightly ruined by your annoying laptop and loud chatter surrounding you. You were surprised at how pact the place was since a blizzard was occurring outside.

You attempt to stay hidden from the craved caffeinated adolescents and business majors. You tore your eyes away from the chaos around you, refocusing on the screen of your laptop. As you tried fixing the damned thing, you turned up the volume on your earbuds which was playing grungy 90s music. You have been trying to type an essay for your college classes for about forty minutes now, it just remained frozen.

With one more try of reviving the device, it failed again. You sighed, feeling tempted to just smash the stupid laptop. You sat back in the wooden chair, holding your empty paper cup that once had flavored egg nog coffee containing inside. To distract yourself from craving more seasoned flavor coffee and the fuming anger you held towards your laptop, your eyes scanned the coffee shop.

People scurried inside to protect themselves from the cold snow, each of their faces red and flushed. They fought to snag a table, and you realized how lucky you were to have come earlier like you did.

As you watch the scrambling of folks, something—or more like someone caught your eye as they came into the café.

  Tiny white and sparkly snowflakes dusted the top of the boy's bleached blonde hair, creating an artistic contrast. He steps inside the shop quite anxiously, absorbing his surroundings with his deep honey brown eyes before moving his feet rapidly to wait in the long line. He shakes out the snow peppered in his golden locks, sweeping his hair out of his face. The tip of his nose and soft cheeks were tainted a flushed crimson, from the nippy weather kissing his skin. His black jumper hung loosely on his torso under his jean jacket with a fuzzy collar, light blue ripped jeans hugging his long, slender legs perfectly. Deep down, you were forced to admit the blonde stranger was beautiful.

  You detached your eyes quickly away from the back of the tall boy as he peers over his shoulder at you. Shit, he caught you staring. You could feel his eyes boring into the side of your face, growing awfully flustered. You pretended to be preoccupied with your laptop again, ignoring the fluttering feeling in the core of your stomach.

  When you thought he wasn't watching, you glance up at the handsome boy through your long eyelashes. You froze once a pair of deep honey brown eyes locked with yours. You were unable to move as the boy's plump lips curled up into a timid smile. You frantically looked away, inwardly groaning at your own sheepish stupidity.

You let out a long sigh of relief you did not know you were holding as the boy stopped looking at you as the line moved closer to the front counter towards the barista. You placed down your empty cup, tapping the keys of your non-functioning laptop. You noticed your papers were unorganizable as they scattered across the surface of the table. You quickly collected them in a neat pile, placing them inside of your messenger bag.

  Your hair draped in front of your face, preventing you to see. You brush back the falling strands with your hands, your eyes widening at the sight of new company towering over your table.

"Hello...um—is this s-seat taken?" The handsome guy gestured to the empty chair across from you. You slightly panicked, searching for any excuse of escape—but your options were limited.

"It is not," you said reluctantly. You did not want to be rude by abruptly leaving after the stranger just sat down, so you remained seated in the antsy position. He slid out the chair from underneath the table, scooting himself in. The tension grew thick and awkward as the man sipped his peppermint flavored coffee. You gulped, hoping you could contain your posture.