It was a chilly Sunday morning when I went to get some coffee. I was stupid enough just to leave my purse at home and a man around my age, maybe a bit older, came and asked if there was a problem. I said " I just left my purse at home."
"Oh would it be a bother if I could just pay for it?"
"Not at all." I say rather gratefully. Yeah I know it's the oldest romantic shit ever but I couldn't care less it was coffee.
"One mocha and..."
"Decaf."
"Decaf," he said repeating my words to the cashier. I stared at him finally noticing his perfectly messy hair and his green eyes. Those eyes. I could stare forever though that would be rather creepy. The man gives us the drinks and I go and sit with him. Once I get to him maybe I could get him number just to give him something in return of course. We sat there talking and I found out that he had a girlfriend (not that surprising) and that he worked in an office which gives him quite a lot of money. I check the time and ask for his number then I left.
