Mine

Cafe Drama

I ended up at this small cafe just down the road from our street. It's quite cute with vines wrapping itself around the front brick wall and a few wooden tables and chairs scattered at the front and back of the cafe.

I park the car and walk over to the front door of the cafe that's wide open, welcoming everyone in.

When I reach the front of the line I get a chance to look at the small menu on the back wall, I notice all different kinds of coffees and cakes that I've never heard of before, but decide to go with something simple and order a black coffee with a blueberry muffin.

Holding the tray in both hands I walk over to a two seat table and lay the tray down. Pushing aside the mess from the previous customers.

I unravel the paper that's holding the muffin, I bite straight into it and hum in satisfaction at the taste and texture. Sweeping my hands over my jeans that collected the crumbs and pulling my chair forward, resting my back against it.

A few bites later into my muffin, I look up as I take my last final big bite of it and go paralyzed. Oh no.

Damian, who seems to be following me everywhere, walks through the cafe door, his head almost touching the top of it.

Realizing that I still have a mouthful of muffin stuffed in my face I quickly try and chew and swallow as fast as I can until he sees me and makes his way over.

Unlucky for me though he sees me a few seconds later and a slight smirk is now plastered on his face. My hand covers my mouth so he doesn't see the muffin nearly falling out of my mouth. I finally swallow the remains of the rushed muffin and see him striding his way over with a hand tucked into his right pocket.

Tucking my hair behind my ear as he sits confidently infront of me, why am I such a nervous wreck? Is it his godly looks or just because I hardly know him and its really uncomfortable? Hopefully the latter.

"Hey, how you doing? Fancy bumping into you here", he smiles slightly with a gleam in his warm eyes.

"Yeah.. so random", I smile back, looking down at my now cold coffee. Damn it.

"You seemed to be enjoying that muffin when I walked in", he is now smirking.

My hand covers half of my face and my eyes squeeze close in embarrassment. "Don't.."I let out a short laugh and drop my hand onto my lap.

He laughs with me and reaches down to pick up his water bottle. Taking a swig all the while looking at me. I look back at the table in shyness.

"So, where have you come from?", he asks while resting his elbows up on the table with his chin resting on his hands.

"California", I nod my head up and down as his eyes go wide, tapping my fingernails on the table.

"Wow, that's awesome. A Cali girl, huh?", he winks at me.

I tilt my head back in a laugh and shake my head. "Don't get your hopes up I'm not your stereotypical Cali girl. I'm just ordinary Emilia.", shrugging my shoulders with a smile.

"Cute", he simply says. What.

I look anywhere but him so he doesn't see my now flushed face.

I give up after about 20 seconds looking around at nothing in particular, and look him straight in the eye.

"Are you originally from here then? I'm guessing anyway", I try and act confident as I sit up in my seat and look engaged. He smirks, obviously at me trying to act confident while my face shows a whole different story, and clears his throat also sitting up.