I've seemed to have forgotten the fact that Tim Horton's is 2 long miles away from my dorm building. After walking up and down many hills in my sandals, sweating to death and almost getting hit by a million cars, I had finally made it. I really need to learn how to cross streets by myself properly...
When I saw the doors to enter the building I skipped with glee to the welcoming atmosphere and air coniditioning. Sweet, sweet air conditioning. I probably looked like a hot mess, but I really couldn't care any less because coffee was near.
"Helloooo," I greated the barista, out of breath.
"Uh, hi. How may I help you?" she asked while looking at me like I lived on the streets.
I ordered my coffee and hurredly rushed to the counter to get my cherished iced coffee and donut holes. I literally skipped with wayyy to much happiness to my seat when I crashed into some random dude, showering us in our iced coffees.
"Jeez, watch where you're going will you?!" he yelled.
"Woah sorry, I didn't see you there! I was way too excited over my coffee," I laughed.
"Yeah, well I didn't see you either." he stated. That's when I noticed just how beautiful this rude stanger was. Maybe he goes to my college?! He was dressed in khaki pants with boat shoes and a flannel button-down shirt. He was wearing a pair of RayBan's sunglasses on his face. WOAH MY GLASSES ARE RAYBAN'S, LET'S GET MARRIED.
"Oh, well since we both didn't see eachother, and we both have seemed to be covered in our coffees, how about we get coffee together sometime...? Like you know, get coffee together and stuff, so, yeah uh. See you Saturday afternoon?" I awkwardly asked as I was inwardly slapping myself and hitting my face off the wall. What is wrong with me. Why can't I flirt with beautiful people, let alone talk to them? What is life?
"You could have easily prevented this since I asume that you can actually see." he said.
"What do you mean exactly...?"
"I'm blind, dipshit." he said and walked out of the coffee shop.
"So, Saturday or....?" I yelled as I begin to chase after him.
"What? No. I'm not getting coffee from you so you can pity me."
"Pity you? Ha, no. You seem like you're doing fine and don't need any pity."
"Whatever, that's what they all say."
"Well I-"
"No, you're not any different from the others," he interrupted. And, with that, he stomped away with his cane and coffee-less hands.
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I hate when I spill coffee on myself and my belongings. I've ruined so many books that way. ew.
So yeahhh, vote comment and all that jazz.
xoxo Kayla~
