coffee shop ; m.c

chapter two | him

lia didn't usually waitress for the small coffee shop she worked at, but as their waitress was off sick lia filled in, even though her people skills were at around 0. she tied the deep red apron around her waist and threw her hair into a pony tail that sat right on the top of her head. walking out of the kitchen she took in a deep breath and sighed.

she weaved her way through the mass of people in the coffee shop, feeling quite claustrophobic. she felt her pulse quicken and her breath sharpen as she made her way over to the booth in the corner of the shop. there sat alone a boy, seemingly not too much older than her. he had a black beanie on, with pom poms that hung down and rested on the table as he buried his face into a book. his hair, which was unusually green, covered half his face and his posture was terribly hunched as he leaned over the table, his long legs, clad in ripped black jeans, stretched out under the table. after she spent a good 30 seconds staring at this boy she worked up her courage and said "excuse me sir, could I get you anything?"

he looked up and she realised she had definitely never seen this boy before. he had big green eyes that , if she looked long enough seemed to have a slight blue tinge to them, and perfectly full pink lips. his cheeks were flushed pink from the cold and he had small stubby fingers that clutched his book tightly.

his mouth slightly ajar, he looked at lia for a little bit. her, being the person she is looked at the ground and rounded her shoulders, playing with her fingers in front of her.

" uh, I, could I get a tea please?" he finally said as she looked up and met his gaze " one sugar please," he added, his big eyes blinking rapidly. his accent was rough and sounded seemingly australian, she liked it.

" uh, okay, sure, uh," lia was at a loss for words her tongue fumbled with the letters jumbled up in her mouth until she could finally form a coherent sentence saying " uh, what's your name?"

"m-my name?" he seemed shocked that she was asking and furrowed his brows as small wrinkles appeared on his forehead above them.

"yeah, I uh , I need it for the order,"

"oh," he seemed disappointed and dropped his head only to raise it again and say "michael, it's michael,"

michael, michael, michael. it seemed to suit him. even though she had never known anyone named michael, let alone a michael with green hair. it fitted him just like his beanie snugly fit on his head. lia nodded in response and awkwardly made her way off to the kitchen to fulfil his order saying his name over and over in her head, mouthing it, it feeling soft in her mouth. michael.