Coffee Shots

4 | Little Latte

Oliver's PoV

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We took a table right by the window. We were lucky to have the cafe by ourselves. After all, it was still early for the regular customers to come pouring in. If you're wondering who these regulars were, let me enlighten you on that facet as well.

Cafe Illuminati lived up to its name to the fullest. The regulars here were big burly men with huge beards and tattoos, and who loved their Harleys more than anything. Their lives were filled with bouts of adrenaline rushes. People often mistook them for being scary and rude and aggressive men, but in reality they were the best kind of people that I had met. How did I know so much about them? Because I spent my whole day in the cafe with these men.

Anyway, back to the topic. My coffee was still emitting thin lines of steam, so I decided to focus on the person sitting in front of me. Cecilia. She was silently sipping her espresso, lost in her own world. I was intrigued by her. What was she thinking right now? Or maybe who was she thinking about? I kept staring at her, trying to take in her features. Since we met, I never got a chance to observe her more intently.

She wasn't perfect. She had her flaws. But that made her look even more beautiful. Maybe that was the reason why I felt so attracted towards her. She was just herself. Not pretentious, not arrogant. Just the real self.

I snapped my fingers in front of her face. Startled, she nearly dropped her mug. Seeing that I was trying too hard to control my laughter, she narrowed her eyes at me.

"What?" she literally barked.

Unable to contain it anymore, I burst out laughing.

"You find this funny?" she asked, her poker face on. This wasn't helping at all, and I continued to laugh. After sometime, she joined in as well, and boy! Her laugh was so beautiful. Yes, beautiful. I had never heard a laugh so melodious. She stopped laughing when she realised that I was no longer laughing, and was instead staring at her.

"Umm, is something wrong?"

"No. Everything's perfect."

"Okay."

I winked at her, making her shake her head in amusement.

"You're impossible"

I smirked. "You think so?"

"Okay I shouldn't have said that."

I chuckled. She was cute, that I had to admit, even if I wasn't able to admit the other feelings I was experiencing. She broke the silence by asking the question I was dreading.

"So, umm why did you come to meet me in the morning?"

"You didn't like that surprise?"

"What? No, I didn't mean it that way. . . I- I was happy that you came. I'm just curious as to why you came. . ." she stuttered, her cheeks flushed red. Could she be anymore adorable?

"I was bored, and wanted some company. Obviously, I wouldn't have breakfast with Mrs. Ogilvy alone in her creepy house with her creepy self. So the next neighbour that came into my mind was you."

She chuckled at the mention of our shady neighbour.

"Okay. Well you are welcome to join me anytime", she smiled.

"I wasn't waiting for your invite anyway", I added with a wink.

"Getting too cocky, huh?"

"Nah. Just the right amount."