Petrichor

Beginnings With Caffeine

"I looked up from my phone as I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned my head around, and that's when I spotted him. It took me a minute to register the vicious mob of dark wool he had for hair, and those fish like eyes staring at me. He didn't even bother to look away as I met his gaze. I blinked, and raised an eyebrow. He smirked and walked up to me. I had trouble finding his face which was stuck at a height of million feet above me, and I am pretty tall.

I opened my mouth to say 'Hi' or anything of that sort, but he beat me to it.

"Do you like cold coffee? Yeah? I'll get you one, wait"

"No wh—"

He jogged away before I could finish. I kept looking at the doorway he had vanished through to go to the canteen, trying to get my thoughts straight. I wasn't sure what to think of this, so I just decided to get back to my phone. 

I looked back up again as I heard the door open to the classroom, and in he walked back as soon as he had vanished, with a single cup of coffee in his right hand.

"Here," he handed me the coffee with a smile. I didn't even like coffee.

"Take it?" he urged.

I gingerly took the coffee and muttered a 'why?' instead of a thanks.

"You're beautiful, you need coffee," he deadpanned.

I spluttered out the coffee that I was going to drain down, almost choking myself and looked up at him in disbelief. He just smiled down at me, and my heart skipped a beat. Was he used to it? Getting coffee for girls he didn't know and dropping compliments like that?

The coffee was indeed cold, but I felt my ears turning hot.

 "I, uh, thanks, I guess? Sit down, maybe?" I pointed at the seat beside me. I couldn't believe how awkward I was looking with a flushed face, trying to get over a random guy who bought me a  cup of coffee and called me beautiful. He sat down and shifted his gaze over to me again.

Turned out, I had drained the whole thing down already and was nibbling at the edge of the paper cup. I smacked myself internally.

"Why didn't you get one yourself?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"I don't like cold coffee,"

"How were you sure that I do?"

"I just wanted to talk to you, and couldn't think of any other way." He seemed to consider something for a minute. "Wait, I'm sorry if you don't like it, I don't know much people who don't like coffee other than me."

I felt myself laugh. "It's okay, at least it was cold, it was fine."

He smiled back. I blinked. I had no idea where this was going, but I was enjoying it.

"You know, you'll go down the history as the guy who bought a girl a coffee who doesn't like coffee," I said out of the blue, and felt myself blush. Oh boy, the heck was I talking about?

He didn't seem to mind that; in fact, he looked at my quite seriously.

"And you'll go down as the most beautiful girl who accepted the boy's coffee despite not liking it."

I still don't know what happened then, I still don't know if it was the coffee or the way he kept looking at me. We hadn't even introduced ourselves, for starters. All fairy tails start with all the beautiful things, mine did with something I didn't even like. Or maybe I did. Not the coffee, but the smile and the mob of curly hair and the compliment-bombs." 

 have you ever seen huge stupid cats trying to fit in small boxes, and get amazed when they actually do, defying the laws of nature? It makes me wonder that humans are like that as well. Strangers are cats and your lives are their boxes. despite having no apparent chances of fitting in, they do, almost perfectly. And if it's a lazy cat, it will never get out of its box.

Guess you could say that is how I ended up as a coffee addict.