Camila/you Imagines

Coffee

Y/N POV

It's another tiring days from college. No, I'm not tired because of fighting aliens. I would have loved to fight some aliens, if they exist. Wait, do alien exist? But anyways instead of fighting aliens, I spent the entire morning making up for reading all the books, and many more books I ignored this last few days, because my head can't take it anymore.

Needles to say I'm excited to get out of my shared apartment with my best friend, and go visit my favorite coffee shop before going back to become a stressed college student once again.

I need a breather, and the coffee shop is the right place for that.

I grin when I saw the familiar small coffee shop I always visit since I'm freshman. I walk in the coffee shop, the bell on top of the door frame ringing as I walk in, my nose being filled with the aroma of coffee, and sweet pastries. My lips curving up at the familiar smell.

I look around the coffee shop as usual, I'm always like this, I'm looking around the place like it's my first time being here. Because the place is just so awesome, it's slightly dark not super dark like in the movie insidious, Memories of insidious movie filled my head, I smiled remembering the super good movie at the thought.

Anyways, just as I'm saying, the place is dim, giving the place a very comfortable vibe. Fairy lights scattered around the wooden colored walls, polaroid pictures of people who always buying coffee here hanging on the single wall on the corner.

I'm one of those photo.

I grin seeing my photo at the top corner. I remembered that day when the manager asked me if she can take a picture of me, which I of course gladly said yes. Because I know why she's asking me, because I've seen a lot of costumers who's been taken a picture by her, and I'm always day dreaming being one of those people on that wall, and now I'm one of those people,I can't be any happier.

Some heads turn to my direction as I walk in, then turning back their attention to whatever they're doing. I stand on the line of two people ahead of me, fishing my phone out in the process, because I'm not going to stand here just ogling the place. I'm not some creep.

As the time passed, I heard a small chuckle, then a raspy voice said. "Subway surfers huh?" so I look up from my game, brown eyes, then look back down when I heard the guard who's catching my character whistle. I groan.

"Fuck, I lose my game." I said sighing dramatically. I'm so close to beating my last high score, but then I realized where am I. I quickly turn around to check if someone is standing behind me, luckily no one is. I turn back to the counter but regretting it as soon as I take a good look on the person across me.

"Next order, please?" The girl said smiling at me, her brown eyes crinkling at the corner as she did. Then my eyes traveled to her cute button nose. And my eyes fall a little lower falling to her lips, which is moving.  Well, I  noticed that. Don't look at me! It's my first time seeing her here, and she's goddamn beautiful.
"Order miss?" The girl said again.

I look up from her lips and flushed. Did she saw what I did?. God, I hope not. I just checkout her face!

"you." My eyes widen my hand flying to my mouth.
She laughed at that, looking at me with amusement dancing in her eyes.

"Oh God, that was-that was a good one," she chuckled wiping at her moist eyes, probably from all the laughing she made.

"I'm sorry for laughing, but I'm sorry miss, we don't have a coffee who's flavor is me," the girl said winking at me.

I blushed again. Fucking hell. I'm so awkward.

I look down from her smiling face, my eyes falling down her name tag.
As I'm looking at her name, I didn't heard her asking me what's my order again.