F/N - First Name
You yawned, and stretched in your chair. You were an art student and just completed the one thing you are proud of for first class. You looked at the clock on your phone hoping you had time for a nap but sure enough you were 5 minutes late. “Oh shit!” you grabbed your piece and ran out in your sweat pants and light pink T-Shirt.
The weather was cold and misty around campus, puddles everywhere on the paths. You felt dizzy from being up all night finishing your piece that you almost fell over jogging to class. You looked over to see a Starbucks across the street, you wanted coffee so badly but you had no time. In order to make a good impression on your strict art teacher you needed to be early. You still gazed at the coffee shop as you dashed unknowing of the man ahead of you.
You looked forward just in time to collide head on with a taller man with glasses holding a cup of coffee. You two tumbled, you on top of him, spilling his coffee all over your project. You opened your eyes, surprised as to how little you accident hurt. Looking up you noticed how much pain the man was in. You got up and held out a hand.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see where I was going.” You apologized as he you helped him up.
“No, it’s my fault I swear.” He looked at you rubbing his neck in embarrassment, but you couldn’t return the gaze you looked around for your project then realized it was behind him. You pushed him to the side examining your project. Coffee was spilled all over it, you felt tears well in your eyes.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” You whispered harshly. You had been working on that project ever since it was assigned. Turning down parties and hot guys asking you out for that single project. “Do you!?” You spun around.
“No. I’m so sorry.” Once you spun to face him your expression changed drastically. He was A LOT cuter than you thought he was. You couldn’t decide whether to hit him or hit on him. You could tell he genuinely felt bad for what he did. “I’ll try to make it up to you, I swear, I-“you put a hand up to silence him, you felt a slight blush creep on your cheeks. He blinked.
“Give me your number.” You reached a hand out for him to either write it on you or to write it on a paper and give it to you.
“Uh, okay..” He took a pen from his bag and wrote on your arm. “May I ask why?”
You rolled your eyes with a huff. “Depending on the grade I get, you may have to owe me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go before I certainly get an F.” Before he could say anything you grabbed your project and dashed again.
-Later in class-
You examined the coffee stain across your work and teared up a little. The smell of white chocolate mocha stained into the piece. He gets the same thing that you do, you blushed. Shaking your head, your name was called to present your piece. You gulped and walked down to the front.
“Since the assignment was to showcase emotion of nature vs. industrialism I used mixed media to point out how gas and the smell of flowers mixing creates our globe today, and the images of magazines of models and such represents how woman are supposed to be beautiful and this scale on the opposite side of woman with different shapes shows how we’re all beautiful no matter our size.” You took a breath, your teacher and the students silent.
“May I ask something (f/n).” You nodded. “What is, this?” She pointed to the coffee stain and you gulped running a bunch of meanings in your head.
“Uh, it uh…” The teacher raised an eyebrow. “It represents the accidents in life that can leaves stains or scars and how no matter what, you keep going.” The teacher smiles.
“Very well done (f/n), although you were a bit late for class I’ll give you an A-. “ She wrote on her clip board. The class applauded as you headed back to your seat. You gave a sigh of relief and looked out the window
