Downtown Coffee Shop

This story was inspired by the song, Sweets & Sweets Cherry by Yui Horie! It came from the anime, Golden Time which is also pretty good! Please do check it out~

~*~

“Hello?” he repeated.

Okay so although I’m not that type of girl, the sound of his voice drove me to the edge of screaming I love you---literally. With the first breath of that word on my ear, I could actually imagine those beautiful red roses suddenly blooming right behind me with its petals exploding with the first gust of wind. As you can see I’m being very over romantic about this considering I’m talking to a stranger on the phone.

Just a few seconds before my fawning over his voice, I decided to call in on the beauty shop to inquire about a product I had just bought from them. Never would I have imagined a man’s beautiful voice to greet me. Even from that one single word, I could tell this person’s an item. There’s something about a man’s voice and how he carries it that adds to his overall charm. This man, if I may mention again, has all of that down perfectly to the point where it would swoon any lady who’s lucky enough to hear it.

“Oh, uh h-hi,” I managed to conceal my excitement with a single voice crack. That or I was too deadly nervous to say anything else.

“Anything I can I help you with?” he replied.

I finally gathered just enough bravado to calmly explain why I had called---the product, although we all know that was just a façade for me to hear this angel speak. Whenever he replied to my queries, my mind involuntarily tries to piece up an image for his voice; the curves of his face, the shape of his eyes and lips, the color and length of his hair until finally I had this imaginary picture of my ideal man paired with that seductive voice. But sad as it was, all things had to end and my joyful encounter with him suddenly came to an abrupt finale with the words “see you again.” When I hung down the receiver, I just stood there probably still daydreaming until I realized something so ghastly about my character that I just had to speak my mind out.

“His voice is an angel? I was going to say I love you?! What the hell am I thinking?” Now this my friends, is what I call denial.

I was never the type of girl who went to beaches to check out the guys, nor was I interested in anyone until recently. Thinking about men just seemed to me like such a wasteful activity. I never quite understood those girls who could live off of talking about other guys the whole time you’re with them since they talk about the same thing over and over again. That or I was being too cautious. Sometimes when you think too much of someone and make too many assumptions on what or who he is, you’ll be the one to get hurt when he’s not what you think he is. I try to stay away from that, it’s painful sometimes. But then on some situations, you really can’t shake it off. Speaking of making assumptions… Let’s see, didn’t I say I wasn’t interested in anyone until recently? Well here’s the story.

See there’s this person who often comes to this shop that I work in---a coffee shop to be exact. It’s a part time job since college is way too expensive, plus I have way too much free time now that I’m a senior in high school. I don’t know who he is, but his uniform says he’s a student from that private all boys’ school by the church. He only comes in during my shift and I know this because my female coworkers, who also have the hots for him, constantly complain how he doesn’t come in during their shift---how they can’t enjoy his pretty face for too long. That’s where my first assumption came in, the assumption that he only comes to see me, although I’m trying really hard to shake this one off. Next, is that he only drinks the tea that I bring him. It’s a coffee shop so people have to pay for the coffee but not the tea. Tea’s free as long as you buy something from us---and he always buys the same sandwich every single day he’s here. Well then there comes assumption number two, the assumption that he only takes what I give him, and I’m trying extra hard to shake this one off too. But the third one’s not too easy to shake off. It keeps bothering me every single time. It’s an incident, an event that I shouldn’t have witnessed.