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RM《Coffee Shop》

Your pov

Gazing outside the wide clear glass, you notice people rushing to work on the busy streets. It's your off day today and you're on the second level of a cafe, chilling out. You needed a time to relax after completing the biggest project that your boss had assigned you to. You are working as an interior designer, coming up with design ideas for your clients. It's not easy after all. People have different personalities, some are demanding while some are just being an asshole. No matter what type of clients you meet, you always try to give in your best and satisfy them. Your work is all about communications and relationships with clients. If you manage to be in good terms with them, they'll come back in the future. Isn't it a profitable thing?

You pull a thick book, a pencil and some construction papers out from your bag. Setting them on the table orderly, you flip open the book of designing. You decided to read up more on the designs that are trendy and on demand these days. You need to follow the trend so that your company would not lose out to competitors in the industry. You pick up the pencil and start to sketch some random designs as you read the book. You come across some terms used in designing.

"Should I mix some elements together? Artistic with Well-Appointed? Textured with Well-Appointed?" You whispered to no one.

You take a sip of the Matcha Latte drink you've ordered earlier. While putting down the cup, your arm pushed the pencil, causing it to fall and roll away. You groan as you find it a hassle to pick it up.

"Gosh, why am I so clumsy?" You scolded yourself mentally.

You get down from the high stool and follow where your pencil have rolled. Unfortunately, it collided with the leg of a chair that a man is sitting on. You facepalm yourself and walk over immediately. That man definitely felt the light impact of the pencil, because he turned around. He picks up the pencil and looks at you with a warm smile.

"Oh my gosh, sorry for disturbing you." You said apologetically.

"It's okay. Here." The man pass the pencil to you.

"Thank you so much!" You bow at him and rush back to your seat with a flushed face.

You had to admit that he looked hot as fuck. His dimples are the cutest thing you've ever seen. He look good in that glasses too. Great, you've embarrassed yourself in front of him. You feel like hiding yourself in a hole, hoping not to see him again.

You shake those thoughts away and focus on your work. As time past by, you become less aware of your surroundings. People are entering and leaving the cafe. Halfway, you realised that you made a mistake on the design of the wardrobe. You search for your eraser in your pencil case and underneath the papers but it's nowhere to be found. You heave a sigh of relief when you spot "it" next to your drink. You continue till the sky turns dark. Checking the time, you decided to pack up and go home. There aren't many people left in the cafe. While keeping your stuff, you found an eraser under the book. Recalling keeping an eraser in your pencil case, you unzip the pencil case and take it out. You feel puzzled and confused about it. You hold the one that you found under the book in your left hand and the other in the right. You compare them and both looked exactly the same.

"Which is mine? Did someone left theirs here?" You mutter under your breath.

"The right one is mine." A voice sounded on your right.

It's that guy. That same guy. You blinked multiple times, unable to comprehend the situation. He noticed your expression and explained it to you.

"My initials are under the eraser." He pointed out.

You flip the eraser over and saw "RM" written on it. This is your second embarrassment for the day and it happened with the hot guy!

"WHY AM I SO DUMB?! WHY DIDN'T I FIND MINE UNDER THE BOOK?! AISH!" You screamed in your head.

You are pretty sure that your face has turned bright red.

"Oh...umm... I'm s-sorry for taking yours..." You give him back and look away.

"Nah, it's alright." He replied.

Many things are going on in your mind. You remember seeing him sitting a few seats away from yours before, but all of a sudden, he's right beside you.

"I thought you were sitting there?" You gesture at that particular seat.

"I was, but I moved." He keeps his things.

"Why?" You feel stupid for asking but you can't help it.

The man pauses his actions and stare at you. Your heart begin to race like mad.

"I can't miss out the chance with a cutie like you, can I?" He flirts and winks at you.

That statement made your heart beat even faster. Your face heats up quickly.

"Haha, that's a nice comment. You see, I have to get going now. It's nice talking to you, see you next time!" You talk as fast as you could and grab your bag.

"Wait!" He called out but you pretended not to hear and just scroll through your phone.

As you're walking away, he grabs your wrist and spins you around to face him. He leans in and kisses you, like for real. Your eyes are wide open from the shock, you couldn't believe what's happening. Once he moves away, he took the unlocked phone that is in your hands and types something. You are still frozen on the ground, unable to say or do anything. Next, he fishes out his vibrating phone from his pocket and returns your phone back.

"I have your number now. I'll be calling you later. See you, cutie." He flashes his dimples at you and leaves the cafe.

"Gosh... What have I landed myself into?"