Amber Liu (o.s & s.s)

unknown number - a.j.l {2}

I sat in the coffee shop that I visited daily, typing away on my laptop. When coming here, I'd spend hours upon hours just sitting here, sipping on my favorite coffees. I knew every waiter and waitress here well and they knew me well. I had become well acquainted with all of them, excluding one.

It was a waitress.

She had short, raven black hair with a few tattoos on her forearm. She always wore flannels or baggy clothing and almost anyone would mistake her for a male. I usually caught her staring my way, but I could never figure out exactly why. We had never talked and it didn't seem very likely that we would.

I focused back on my essay for a dreaded college course that I had failed to finish. It was Christmas break, but our psychology professor decided that a twenty page essay was absolutely necessary. What other better way to finish it in a small, cozy cafe that always had soft indie music playing and the smell of freshly brewed coffee around me. Although, something had been slightly distracting me from my work.

That number.

Speaking of, my phone was filling with notifications, so I decided to give my fingers and wrists a break and check them.

a.j.l; you're absolutely breath taking, you know that? the way that your hands cup around your coffee and the cute little smile you make after taking a sip. the way that you type with care and bite your lip when you're frustrated. you're so damn cute.

a.j.l; marry me already?

a.j.l; oh wait, you don't know who I am yet. I sound like a creep.

a.j.l; I like when you wear your glasses rather than your contacts. they fit your face well and they bring out the natural pink in your cheeks.

a.j.l; I hope you'll figure me out soon.

a.j.l; if not, I may go insane

a.j.l; have an amazing rest of the day, gorgeous girl~
read, 5.17pm

reader; how do you know me?

a.j.l; damn, we're still playing this game?

reader; this is driving me so insane. I can't even complete this stupid essay.

a.j.l; psychology, is it? I used to study it so I could always help you out, love.

reader; how? I don't even know you..

a.j.l; oh dear, I'm much closer than you think.

I put my phone back on the table, face palming myself and wondering who this mystery girl could be. How does she even know me? And how in the world did she get my number? The whole situation gave me a headache.