Just as Jennifer was about to walk out into the summer, London air with her lipstick stained coffee cup, the door swung open and split the hot black beverage all down the front of her.
"Oh, my gosh!" A low, British voice spoke.
The coffee was everywhere. Her crisp white shirt was stained brown, and her black shorts were soaking wet. The only thing that seemed to have escaped unscathed was her red lipstick on her lips.
"I am so sorry!" Jenn apologized, pulling her shirt away from her until it cooled off.
"Why're you sorry, love?" The man standing before her was smiling considering the events. His blond hair was long and messy, like he just rolled out of bed before heading out the door. His eyes were a mocha brown, with a few drops of golden honey on the edges. "I'm the one who should be apologizing."
Jenn lightly blushed. "I'm not too sure."
The man arched an eyebrow. "You're not from around here, are you?"
Jenn shook her head, finally letting the ruined shirt cling against her skin. "I'm from Canada."
"Oh," the man laughed. "That explains it."
Jenn laughed as well. Every Canadian found that stereotype amusing, most likely because it's true.
"Oh, where are my manners?" The man smiled. "Could I buy you another coffee?"
She shook her head. "No, that's alright." She made a move towards the door.
"You sure?" He arched an eyebrow.
Jenn gave him one more look.
Jenn considered the offer. "Alright. Thank you."
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Lipstick, Love, & London | ✔
Short StoryA simple cup of spilled coffee was all it took for Jenn and William to meet. ♚ short story
