coffee shop | emilio martinez

Chapter Four

I felt a strong warm hand engulf mine, slightly shaking it. It felt as electricity went through my arm from his touch. I look in his ice blue eyes, my heart going a million miles an hour, the dinosaurs and other animals going crazy in my stomach.

"I'm Emilio Martinez, nice to meet you." He answered, his voice was deep. It wasn't very deep to the point that he sounded like a monster, but it was a soothing type of deep. And he had this broken accent, his english was quite well, but some words were hard for him to pronounce, it was super cute.

I look at him observing him, wondering what I could say next. His eyes were still fixed on me, scanning my face. I didn't know what I was going to say or do, but I just knew I had to get to know him. I don't know where this courage to actually get out of my seat and talk to him came from, but i'm thankful.

"Why did you decide to sit here?" Emilio asked. Immediately I felt disappointed, like he didn't want me here. He must have seen my expression when he replies, "Not that I don't want you here, but normally, beautiful girls don't sit with me." He said, his voice soft and caring.

I looked up and blushed at his statement, did he really just call me beautiful?

"I want to get to know you Emilio, you're always here and you just caught my attention." My voice came out as a whisper and I looked away embarrassed for what I just said, but he slightly grabbed my hand and rubbed little circles with his thumb.

"No need to be embarrassed love, you have caught my attention ages ago." He smiled, making me feel more welcomed with him.

His hand left mine, and I felt his absence immediately, the warmth that he brought with him was gone.

"Tell me about yourself Emilio, like where are you from?" I questioned, resting my chin on the palm of my hand, interested in what he was going to say.

"I'm from Spain, I was born there along with my twin brother Ivan, and when we were 17 we moved here to the United States." He answered, he closed his laptop while talking so there was more of a connection between us. I was surprised to hear he had a twin brother, not just one good looking Emilio, but another guy that looked exactly like him? Wow what a sight that must be.

Surprised, I say, "You have a twin brother?" My eyes slightly pop out of my head, "Like fraternal twins or identical?" I ask, titling my head slightly in curiosity.

He gives me the same expression, confusion writing all over his face. Assuming he doesn't know much english, he doesn't understand what identical and fraternal mean.

"Identical twins means you guys look exactly the same, fraternal means you guys are twins, but you guys look different." I reply, immediately his confusion clears up, and his mouth goes into a slight O shape. Meaning he finally understood.

"Okay then we are identical, people always get us mixed up." He says slightly disappointed that people always get them wrong, and maybe are forgetful of who is who.

"Well yeah identical twins are very hard to tell apart." I say. "Wait so if you're from Spain, you speak Spanish as your first language right?" I added on.

He nods excitedly, his eyes shinning with happiness, "Yes I speak Spanish more than English, I'm still trying to learn. My friends bought me this book for my birthday, but I still have trouble." He says as he holds up a big book, the front of it reading English Made Easy.

"Enough about me, I want to know about you." He says, he try's his best to hide his accent, making me chuckle.

"Well i'm currently working on my modeling career, I try to take as many Violin classes as I can, and i'm thinking about getting a part time job for when i'm on my free time." I answer, telling him all the things currently going on in my life.