Coffee Boy

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"If You Don't Swim, Then You'll Drown, But Don't Move, Honey"


Estela's P.O.V.


I got out of my car, already late to school, but I wanted coffee, and there is no one that gets in-between my coffee and I. as I was walking in, I ran into a very flustered man that looked like someone had threw a cup of coffee on. I looked him up and down. He had brown stains going down his white shirt, which revealed that he had no muscles. He looked like a nerdy guy, but he was strangely attractive. He had deep brown hair that almost covered his eyes, but swooped over at his eyebrows. He looked like he was naturally shy, but something about this mystery man made him seem confident. He almost reminds me of someone...

"Um, could you move please??"

Was I really staring for that long?! Shit, I guess I was...

"Uh yeah sorry about that..." I scooted over in hopes of making enough room for him to go through the doorway while still being polite and holding the door open. He went through the door with a little bit of struggle, and I giggled at how he tried to play it off like he was calm. "By the way, do you need help with anything?? Like maybe a new shirt??"

He laughed and I told him it wasn't a joke.

"Oh, you're serious?! Uh yeah, that would be great."

I lead him to my car and we talked while I searched for a shirt that might fit him. I found one of my old sweatshirts from my 5 Seconds of summer phase, and it barely fit him. His hair got a little ruffled when he put it on, and it was kind of small for him, but he acted like it was perfect for him.

We parted ways after a quick thanks and I went home, the coffee boy on my head for weeks after.


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