"Thank you" I respond to his kind gesture by opening the door for me.
Immediately as I enter the coffee shop, the aroma of coffee wafts around the entire building and filling up my nose giving me the sense of ease and a soothing sensation.
It was part of my routine going to a local cafe after class to get my assignments done rather than going back to my dorm. Luckily, I didn't have any assignments due for tomorrow but I still decided to stop by regardless.
Seconds later I joined the queue and contemplated on what coffee I should get today. I was never one to get the same drink every time and didn't have a personal favorite either.
While waiting in line and deciding what drink I wanted, there was someone behind me talking on the phone and it was so tempting to not eaves drop but he made it difficult not to since he was obnoxiously loud.
"E, what do you want?" He asks in a vexing tone, hopefully indicating what drink he wanted, perhaps?
"Maybe next time you should come to the coffee shop yourself and order your own drink if you keep complaining that I get your orders wrong you dickwit." Whispering the last word, seems like he wasn't one to cuss.
I can't help analyze everything, this is what happens when you major in Psychology.
The eaves dropping came to an end when it was my turn to place an order.
"Hi, can I please have one Caramel Macchiato with extra shot of espresso and make that cold."
"Alright and your name please?" The barista smiles ear to ear.
"Bailey." Sending a smile back at her.
After that was done, I attentively look around the cafe for an empty seat preferably by the window as it was raining. Oddly enough, I have an odd fascination of watching the rain droplets slide off the glass window, it's therapeutic but I can't put a finger as to why.
Zoning off from reality and patiently wait as minutes went by and I finally hear my name get called out indicating that my drink was ready.
"Bailey."
I rush to the counter and by the time I had the ability to reach for my drink, another pair of hands grab mine which overlapped on top of my hands. I let go of my drink and so did the hand. Who the fuck?
Instantly shifting my attention and staring at who it may be with discomfiture written all over my face, he stares back at me with unease, we both stood there in silence, in awkward silence.
It felt like minutes but in fact it was only a few seconds, the barista interferes the uncomfortable tension.
"Bailey?" She reads off the cup label, I was first to break the eye contact but from the corner of my eyes, he was still staring at me with perplexity.
"That's me." We both responded simultaneously.
if you came from my other fanfics hello! and hopefully you like this fanfic as much as you like the others!
normally, what's your Starbucks order? lol I'm curious.
also, leave me some beautiful girl names if you have any in mind that i can use in this fanfic.
thank you for the love, im feeling motivated and inspired once again, enjoy luvs.
