Coffee Shop

twelve| Sugar

I was nervous well...not really nervous but anxious, Blake had decided this week to come over for coffee but I didn't think he meant today after mentioning it the day before. A strangely enough there I was in the kitchen trying to making sure everything was perfect for making coffee. Coffee of all things probably the easiest thing ever made.

"You see Sandra I don't understand why you are freaking out about all this." I heard Harry's voice speaker through my phone while I looked through my cabinets and picked up a jar of cinnamon would Blake want cinnamon in his coffee? How would he know he doesn't even like coffee.

"It's just coffee." right just coffee. With a boy. Who I have a major crush on.

"Hello...earth to Cassandra?" I heard Harry speak breaking me from my trance "What time is he even coming over anyway?"

"I don't know he said ten thirty, eleven-ish?" I thought

"You do know it's 10:45 right?" my eyes widened as I look a the time on the stove and indeed he was right and right on time there was a knock on the door.

"Sorry Harry gotta go!"

"Wait Sandra-" to bad I already hung up the phone

 In a hurried sprint, I rushed to the door opening to see a snow-covered Blake who probably noticed my frizzy and out of placed hair.

"Hi." I breathed out probably out of breath as I brushed the few strands of hair out of my face with my eyes probably widened like a mad woman.

"Well hello to you too." he smiled and I opened the door wider and let him through

"So um we're going in the kitchen...and I will stop talking and lead the way." Blake chuckled a bit would you say chuckle? I don't know.

"Your house is really nice Cass...it's cozy." my mom loved dark wooden colors and neutrals but also had a decent amount of aesthetic stuff and plenty of blankets to balance all the different tones. Along than more than enough pictures of me when I was younger hanging all about the house.

"I have a question?" I perked my head up from looking in the cabinets as I was gathering the stuff needed and looked at the boy seated at one of the seats opposite of the kitchen island 

"Yeah what is it?"

"Are you and only child...I mean all I saw in the hallway were the pictures of you and your mom." What he said kinda hit a string I mean I'm used to being known as an only child but him mentioning did something made me feel something.

"Uh yeah. It's just been just me." I said looking through the back in the cabinets to find the rest of the stuff as I looked at a bottle of cinnamon again. Maybe I'll just stick with the basics. 

"Doesn't that get kinda lonely though?" I set the stuff on the table and glanced at the brown-eyed boy instantly regretting it because then my vision was glued on him but mostly his facial expression. Somber, pity almost which I didn't like. Quickly he re-stepped his comment, "Sorry I didn't mean it like-" 

"No, it's fine really. I mean it does get lonely not having someone to talk to or play with growing up. I was pretty shy growing up so I didn't really have many friends, I mean I've known Harry since we were in preschool but that's basically it." Yet me saying this still didn't get rid of that look on his face.

"Hey, do you want some of my mom's cookie? She made them not too long ago." I said changing the subject pulling out the cookie jar she placed them in. Blake nodded before reaching in and pulled out a red velvet cookie and bite into it. I drummed my fingers on the table subconsciously waiting for his response.

"They're amazing," he said taking another bit I giggled and pulled out a bag of coffee beans

"What's that?"

"This is what you've come over for, my fresh coffee." which I was making the coffee from scratch Blake asked questions every once in a while asking why I was doing something or it's purpose.

"So you grind up the beans before putting them in the machine?" he asked while I poured the water  into the coffee maker

"Yeah." I said as you heard the slow steady dripping and running water comes from the machine as we sat for it to finish

"Hey, Cass would you ever open your own coffee shop?  I mean you seem to enjoy it a lot so why not start your own business." Once the coffee had finished as I poured it into cups, I drank mine with milk and two spoons of sugar while I left Blake's black for him to put in his own choice of sugar and milk.

"I mean maybe... I guess? I've never really thought about it before." in between sips of coffee Blake and myself had small talk and joked around. He was a more humble person than what I thought 

"You know your coffee is really good. It'll probably be the only way I drink it." he said as he sipped away I had blushed at this a bit

"I guess it's time for me to go." Blake said while checking his phone it was already three in the afternoon longer than we expected. We made our way through the kitchen back to the living room for him to collect his coat.

"Hey Cassie?" Blake said between putting on his coat I turned to look at him while opening the door for him 

"Would you like to go on a date with me?"