Heartbreak At The Coffee Shop

Ella P.O.V

The bell rings and hell, I mean school is over. I grab my books and head to my locker. Being pushed around a little bit here and there, it's a high school hallway remember. I unlock my locker and push all the useless textbooks into it and grab my small backpack. I put my sketch pad, pencils and a useless homework folder in it. I sling the worn black Jansport over my shoulder and slam my locker shut. Finally going to the one place I love the most.

That small coffee shop.

Just as you enter, the scent of fresh ground coffee beans being brewed and mellow hints of sweet desserts fill your senses. I walk straight to the cashier and order my small cup of coffee with two cream and two sugar. 

"Will that be all" the cashier asked. 

"Yes" I replied.

 "That will be 3.77 please" 

I grab a five from my back pocket and hand it to her. She gives me my change and I go to my seat.My seat is next to the window toward the back. You get a good view of the whole coffee shop plus amazing natural light. A waiter comes and sets an adorable matching set, a small white cup and plate. The coffee shops signature. Just the smell of the coffee itself is incredible. Here I grab my sketch pad and pencil and start sketching random things while sipping on my perfect cup of coffee. First is the little book shelf on the side wall. Then my empty coffee cup. Then something caught my eye.

Well not necessarily something but a someone. He entered the coffee shop and walked to the cashier. He order, I watched. He walked to a chair, I watched. He started sipping on his coffee, I watched. He was so interesting. So I sketched him. I wonder why I was so intrigued.

He was good looking. He had dark brown hair that in the front came to a quiff, hazel eyes, tan but not dark skin, wore a semi-fitted gray t-shirt, straight cut jeans, tribal vans, glasses that reminded me of the nerd glasses in middle school, and was about 6'2. But that was not why I kept stealing glances towards his direction.

I finished sketching and gathered my things. It was getting late and I had to get home. I picked up my backpack and started walking toward the door.

But midway to the exit I just wanted one last look at him. I glanced his way and something scary happened. Our eyes met, it was like magic. His eyes were a beautiful bright hazel. His look was saying a warm hello. I broke the stare and walked out of the coffee shop. Stupid Ella, why did you do that?