The Coffee Shop

We Meet

I walk into the sun-filled coffee shop and I'm immediately hit by the distinct smell. I look up and the familiar menu to see what the special is today. "Half and half Dark Swirl" it says written with chalk on the board. I didn't really need to read that since I take the same order every time. I go up to the cashier and smile at the familiar face. All the employees know me since I come here everyday at 4:15 sharp. I push back my light brown curls into a tight bun. My side bangs come out and form a perfect cosy guard to my face. I pick up my order and turn around. Usually, the same people come around this time. As I searched for my daily seat something catches my eye. My seat isn't open, it's been taken. By whom I can't seem to tell?
I look into the eyes of this new boy. He looks up at me like he understands. However, I don't understand since my seat has been taken. "How may I help you?...," he whispers. The shop is always a quiet environment because people come here to get lost. Being the bold girl I am, I pull out the chair across from him and set my drink on the table. He raises his eyebrows and smirks. His dirty brown hair falls onto his face as he looks back down at his book. His rounded glasses fit perfectly to  his sharp jawline. I smile and grab a magazine from my bag. I start to read. I feel very comfortable in his presence. That feeling surprises me. The home feeling, a warm sensation coming over me as we both sip our coffees. I look up and find him looking too. We smile. Who is this mysterious boy?
I look at the book he's reading. My heart flies out of my mouth considering that book is one of my favorites. I take a minute to digest this. My mouth tingles every time he flips the pages of this book. "Excuse me but that book is gorgeous," I say with a sly smile. He looks up again raising his eyebrows. "Is that so," he says calmly. I have caught his attention. I take this spotlight to my advantage. However, what would I say to a reader of my kind?
I watch him intently as our conversation seems to be over. I can't find the words to say. I came in here as my same old self. What am I supposed to do? I look at him and my mind buzzes. I was so set on studying hard, graduating and going to college. No boys I had told myself. Now, there's a boy sitting right in front of me. I don't know his name, who he is, why he showed up, his background. Yet I feel like I've somehow fallen. Should I take the time and effort to pursue this? Can I dig a little deeper with this one? What would happen if I did?
I had almost made the decision to ask him his name when he slowly got up. He turned and picked up his bag while sliding his book back in it. As he pushed in his chair, he whispered four quick words and smiled.
"Until we meet again..."
As we walked away, I could only think one thing.
I guess it's just up to fate for this one.