My Fairytale Of Happiness

Chapter Three - Starbuck's with The Stranger Who Has a Name

Chapter Three - Starbuck's with The Stranger Who Has a Name

I stood outside the window wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I glanced at myself through the window. I tried to smooth my hair down but my curls just bounced back into place. My make-up had slightly faded and I licked my dry lips. I straightened out my dress and tugged at the scarf around my neck, loosening it up a little.

My heart was pounding in my chest; my stomach felt like a black hole had swallowed it and my throat felt like sand paper. I was practically buzzing with excitement as my mouth split into a dry smile at the thought of actually meeting him. This was different from the bathroom experience.

It was day and we would be meeting in a public place. We would also be face to face and maybe I could find out more about him. 

I nervously glanced at my watch. Another person walked into Starbucks and my heart leaped again but soared right back down when I realised that it wasn't him. My watched ticked towards the 3 mark and with a deep breath I opened the door.

I can do this. Remember that you can talk to him because he is human. It didn't help when my mind flashed back to when he was in my bathroom. Looking very sexy and shirtless might I add. At this my cheeks flared up as I stepped into the shop, the bell ringing as the door shut closed behind me. That thought is not helping me out here.

I took in the shop, with its worn out leather seats and red tables that seemed to be chipped and showed signs of ageing. The walls were painted in a light beige and a few band posters dotted the wall to my left.

The place was packed. I shuffled to the side as a man who seemed to be in a hurry walked briskly past me, his coffee sloshing around in the cup. People were talking on cellphones or tapping their foot impatiently as they stood in the long line and waited to order. I watched a young man hold his girlfriend's hand as he guided her to an open table.

They weren't the ones who caught my eye. There was a man sitting behind them. He was all alone and seemed to be running his hand through his dark hair. I took in his faded blue jeans and white tee. I could see a leather jacket hanging on the chair behind him. Leather jacket. He must have a bike. That is sexy. He held his cup in his hands nervousley, his long fingers drumming a pattern on the sides.

He looked up, almost as if he was sensing that someone was watching him. I tried to duck behind a women in a pencil skirt and high bun but his gaze locked on mine and I froze. Those beautiful eyes. Never in my life would I ever forget them. Even if I wanted to.

He sent me a heart warming smile and stood up. I felt my whole body go numb as I averted my eyes away from the strip of skin that showed between his shirt and jeans as he turned to grab his jacket. He slipped on the jacket and grabbed his cup, making his way over to me before I could even move.

"You came." I could smell him, he was standing so close. My eyes met his chin as I struggled to breath. I looked up and watched as he took a sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving mine. "You want to get something to drink?" He gestured to the line.

Answer like a normal person. "Yeah, I think I'll get something." I took a free spot in the line, the hottie following closely behind me. "Are we staying here or are we going somewhere else?" I didn't want to sound like a person who was scared to be alone with him, I was just interested to know where we were going.

"I was hoping we could get out of here, This place is a little too crowded for my liking." He finished off his drink and tossed it in the bin. When he rejoined me he stood next to me, his arm slightly brushing mine. "I've been here since one. I think I need to get out of here." His chuckle had to be one of the sexiest things I had ever heard.