❁ Daybreak ❁ // #Wattys2017

1 ✦ day one

I suck in a breathy huff of air as I watch two girls drink their cups of coffee. They both match with their auburn coloured hair, green irises filling their enchanted gaze. Strands of hair wrap around their fingers as their prissy eyes stare at the man I had just served.

His gentle, but icy blue eyes, stare blankly at the girls. Almost in amusement even.

I laugh quietly to myself, thinking he's out of their league. He's a bit older than both of them, most likely in college.

Around my age.

He has a thin beard, seductiveness pouring out from the small hairs decorating his well shaped jaw. And I can't forget his oceans that scientists confirm as eyes. They look so gentle, breathtaking, and just attention grabbing. His smirk is cocked to the side, showing off his alluring lips.

They glisten from the light filtering through the antique windows, framing the words 'Daisy & Co.' Apparently, the owner's wife was named Daisy, and he loved her immensely. But she had died from cardiac arrest, at their home near the actual coffee shop.

He knew that his wife had loved coffee as much as their marriage, so it only seemed fitting to name a coffee shop after her.

It was a sweet gesture. True love truly was real, and out there.

I catch myself staring at him, averting my gaze to the stack of coffee cups.

They wear a lightened daisy as the logo. Though it was simple, it still looked nice. An unnoticeable tinge of red covers the tops of my cheeks as he looks my way.

Striking circles of blue stare at my dull brown ones.

His hands skim the granite countertop in an inquisitive manner. I look up from my stare off with the cups, putting my full attention on him.

"Did you need anything?" I ask, almost unconsciously. As a barista, I had been trained to be as polite as possible, asking everyone if they needed anything.

His smooth lips uplift into a capturing grin, a small one at the least. His unwavering gaze catches me off guard as I realize I had been breathing heavily against the still air.

"No. Just wanted to say I've never been stared at for more than five seconds," he states, a chuckle rising in his throat.

The girls in the background stare unbelievably at the scene unfolding in front of them. Their eyes twitch, their jaws set open. In a huff, both of the girls push up their breasts, sliding their skirts up more.

"Hey buddy," one of them slurs, biting their lip intensely.

It was almost like he hadn't heard it, keeping his eyes trained on my facial features. I found it amusing, but couldn't express my laughter; I'd make the situation more awkward.

I shuffle my feet, staring at my worn out converses. The mat placed beneath my feet repel against the soles of my shoes.

My teeth clamp down on my lips as my thin chestnut hair clings to my neck. The soft tissue tingles a bit from the pressure I had applied.

Beads of sweat slide down the side of my face as my entire face covers with pink. The nape of my neck configures a mixture of sweat and nervousness.

"No, no. I'm flattered," his smooth voice echoes throughout the café. His finger taps against the smooth surface of the counter, his coffee cup screeching lightly against the top. I look up a bit too quickly, surprised I hadn't been labeled a stalker.

"W-What?" I ask in disbelief.

A smile graces his face as he slowly reaches outwards  for my hand. My fingers somehow slip into his. The warmth of his hand explodes from the little contact we had created.

"Never mind sweetheart. Thanks for the coffee." He leaves with a wink as he tugs on his dark green sweatshirt. It covers his linoleum coloured t-shirt.

"It's Adam by the way," he announces as he takes a prideful stride out the door, leaving me in complete awe.