Love At A Coffee Shop - Sabriel

Love At A Coffee Shop

I run into a random coffee shop to escape the horrible blizzard outside. A nice cup of cocoa to warm me up would be great right now too. As soon as I step into the coffee shop, I’m greeted with warmth, and a welcoming scent of coffee. The bored barista standing behind the counter immediately perked up when he saw me. The little coffee shop probably doesn’t get much attention since there’s a Starbucks only 5 minutes away from here.
“Hi! My name’s Sam. How may I help you today?” The barista said cheerfully. Many people find cheerful people to be quite annoying, especially in the morning, but I find it awfully nice to talk to such positive people. They just seem to make my day a tad bit better with their happiness.
“I’ll have a hot cocoa, and don’t go easy on the whipped cream.” I say. “I love me some whipped cream.” I say, talking more to myself than I am to the barista. The barista chuckles as he prepares my order, putting a lot of whipped cream on top just as I asked. When he finished my order, he slid the cup to me across the counter.
“That’ll be a dollar and five.” He says.
“Wait, what?’ I say, surprised as I take out my black [like my soul] wallet. At Starbucks a hot chocolate will probably cost me like 3 dollars.
“A dollar and five cents.” He repeats, an amused smirk on his face.
“Why didn’t I know about this coffee shop sooner.” I mutter, sliding the correct amount of money across the counter. I take a sip of my hot cocoa to make sure I wasn’t being scammed or something. A bit of whipped cream stuck to my face, making the barista full on giggle like a five year old, which I found adorable. I put the hot cocoa down on the counter, tasting it to the full extent. The barista looks at me expectantly waiting for me to judge his hot chocolate. I pause for dramatic effect.
“This tastes delicious!” I exclaim. I wasn’t even complimenting the hot cocoa just to be nice, it truly tasted like a drop of heaven. The barista smiles and thanks me.
In my head I debate whether or not I should go to work today, and in the end I decide not to because I have a perfectly good excuse not to come. Plus, it’d be nice to finally have a day off, since I’ve been working so hard lately. I take a seat at one of the few tables in the coffee shop. After maybe a minute of just looking out the window I realized I was going to be bored if I just sat in silence not doing anything. I turn towards the barista.
“Hey! Um, Sam, was it?” I say. The barista looks at me.
“Yeah?”
“Would you like to sit with me, I mean it doesn’t look like anyone’s going to be coming in soon.” I say gesturing toward the horrendous weather outside. “And I am rather bored.”
“Only if your boss is alright with it, of course.” I quickly add, not wanting to get this poor guy fired.
“Let me go ask.” He said, turning on his heel. “Oh wait.” He says, turning back to me. “I am the boss.” He says with a grin as he jumps over the counter and joins me at the table I was sitting at, not bothering to even take off his apron.
“So you own this fine establishment?” I ask, looking around. Sam nods his head.
“Well, if you don’t mind me asking, how are you still open if everything is so cheap and so little people come here? No offence, but this little coffee shop is not exactly the next Starbucks.”
“None taken. My family’s just very rich.” Sam says as I eat the delicious whipped cream out of my hot cocoa.
“What's your family like?” I ask.
“Only have an older brother. His name's Dean.”
“What's your relationship with him?”
“Well, sometimes he can be a pain the ass, but he’s probably the best brother I could ever wish for.” My heart probably melted at the love Sam has for his brother. It was too cute.
We talked for maybe half an hour, in which I learned that he watched Sherlock, and was all up to date. Our conversation ranged from our discussion on whether or not Moriarty is really dead to if Johnlock was canon [which he thankfully ships]. We even agreed on watching the new episode that was coming out on Thursday in his apartment, which was just on the second floor of the coffee shop. I have never talked to anyone in real life about Sherlock, since everyone I knew didn’t watch it. Sure, I talked to people on Tumblr about it, but it’s just not the same.
I looked at my phone to see it was 6 o’clock. On a normal day I wouldn’t have cared, but today wasn’t an average day because I had to go to a family gathering at 7, and it was a long drive to my parent’s house from here. So, I had to go now. If I didn’t want to be late, which of course I didn’t. 
“I’m really sorry but I have to go.” I say, standing up. Sam gives me a sad look.
“But can’t you stay just a little bit longer?” He pleads.
‘I really can’t. I have to go to a family gathering, and it’s a long drive.” I explain sadly as I open the door.
“Will I be seeing you again soon?” He asks.
“I’ll definitely come back soon.” I say with a smile as I walk out the door.
I did see Sam the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months.
This morning I woke up already looking forward to seeing Sam. I don’t know when I started developing feelings for him, it all just seemed to happen in a flash. Before I knew it, just the thought of him made my heart flutter. Over time, I noticed the little things he does that make him just a little bit cuter, like the way he talks so fondly of his brother, or how his hazel eyes seemingly get brighter when I walk through the coffee shop door.
I doubt he’ll ever reciprocate the feelings I have for him, but I’d rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.
I get out of bed, and get ready. I put on my Game Of Thrones shirt. I don’t even know why I have it, I’ve never read or saw it. I guess I must’ve liked the design at the time. I also put on blue jeans before brushing my teeth and combing my hair in an attempt to make myself at least look a little more presentable for Sam. I put on a navy blue converse, and headed out to the coffee shop. I was surprised when I parked my car outside the coffee shop, because the shop was closed, the shop inside dark with no one in sight. I tried to reassure myself that it was fine, but a pang of worriedness hit me. The worst possible scenarios ran through my mind of what could have happened to Sam to not open the coffee shop, but what if he wanted this to happen. What if he shut down the shop, and moved purposefully not telling you.
Of course all further panicking thoughts were vanquished as Sam appeared turning the closed sign so now it read open, before noticing me and waving at me enthusiastically, giving me a beautiful smile that could never compete with even the brightest of stars.
I got out of my car, and went into the coffee shop to find Sam behind the counter making my hot cocoa. It was now called ‘my regular’. Even though I am an adult and I am supposed to have coffee, I always preferred hot cocoa because of it’s deliciousness. I sat down at a table, and Sam sat down across from me sliding ‘my regular’ over to me. I smiled and thanked him, sliding the correct cost of the hot cocoa over to him in return, but he rejected the money sliding it back to me.
“You’re a friend, it’s on the house.” He said.
“But it’s been on the house for a few months now, Sam.” I say. Before Sam could say anything else, a guy a bit older than I with dirty blonde hair entered the coffee shop. Sam looked at him and groaned.
“Well, that’s no way to treat a brother of yours, now is it?” The dirty blonde haired guy said. The guy turned to me.
“And who might you be?” He asked. Sam rolled his eyes.
“Gabe, this is my annoying brother, Dean .” Sam said, emphasizing the word annoying.
“You're the famous Gabriel. Sam here talks a lot about you.” He said. I felt my cheeks start to heat up.
“All good things I hope.” I say.
“They’re good things alright.” He said with a wink, which made me blush even darker.
“Well, that’s enough of that.” Sam said standing up and pushing Dean out the door, his face red. He looked adorable when he blushed.
“He just doesn’t want to admit that he looo-” Dean was cut off by the door closing.
‘Ignore him.” Sam said.
A sudden rush of confidence goes through me. He never denied that  he doesn’t like me, and Dean made that pretty clear. Before I could doubt myself, I stand up, grab Sam’s face, and close the gap between us. At first I was afraid of rejection when he didn’t immediately kiss back, but after Sam was out of his shocked state, he actually kissed back! The kiss was short and sweet, and was too short for my liking. We pull away, and just look each other in the eyes.
“Wow.” Sam breathes out.
“Wow is correct.” I say with a smile. I was ecstatic that he actually liked me back.
“Wait, I forgot to tell you!” I say excitedly.
“Well, you moved on pretty quickly from the moment we just had.” Sam said, teasingly. I chuckle.
“Anyway, so, you know the shop that just opened next door?’ I ask.
“Yeah, the book shop, what about it?” He says confused. I couldn’t contain the smile that was growing on my face.
“Well, guess who opened that book shop?” I say throwing my hands in the air.
“No way!” Sam says, smiling. He hugs me, and I reciprocate as we just stand in the middle of the coffee shop as if a bubble surrounded us that protected us from the entire world. I enjoyed the moment for what it was worth, neither of us wanting to let go. I felt at bliss in Sam’s arms. Eventually we separated, but still held hands, as we looked deep into each other's eyes. And in that moment I knew, I loved him.

Gabriel knew he loved Sam, and Sam knew he loved Gabriel, but they both weren't sure how to describe the feelings from there, because love is too complex, it's not as easy as describing with simple words, you can try of course, but you just won't be able to find the right words. That was what Sam and Gabriel were feeling that very moment, and they never wanted that feeling to end.

They were experiencing love at a coffee shop.