Boy: Daniel
Age: 19
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Do you ever think, maybe things happen for a reason?
Maybe I was supposed to go to this camp
Maybe our bus was supposed to get lost
Maybe our bus was supposed to break down
Maybe we were suppose walk 3 miles to this café...
If none of those things had happened I don't think I'd be here right now. Staring into those blue eyes full of life that belong to the boy across the café.
He sat there with his friends, every now and then he'd nod his head but even I knew he wasn't paying attention to them.
He'd break our eye contact every so often but he'd take quick glances until we stared at each other again.
Maybe we are supposed to talk?
Soon the bus was repaired and brought to the café. We were leaving in 20 minutes
While my group of friends were sitting down I lost eye contact and he disappeared
We went to stand in line for a coffee
The guy in front of us grabbed his drink and turned around spilling it all over my shirt.
The drink didn't bother me much, it was the fact that everyone was laughing. Even my 'friends'
I walked out of the shop to get my other shirt from the bus
While I was grabbing it someone appeared
"Hey look I'm really sorry about your shirt. I can buy you another one" he said obviously feeling guilty
"It's okay. I have another. It's no big deal" I reassured
Maybe I was supposed to get drink spilt all over me
Maybe that's how we were going to talk to each other
He smiled and opened his mouth to say something
Maybe his best friends are supposed to save him from me
If only they wouldn't have interrupted us, I would've known what he was gonna say
"Hey Dani, we've gotta go. The bus is waiting" a curly haired boy said before leaving
He looked down and nodded
He handed me some cash before turning to leave
"Wait. What's this for?" I asked
"Spilling coffee on you" he replied
"I told you it was fine. I have more clothes. I don't want your money"
"Then take the money as a...thank you present" he said and smiled
"A thank you for what?"
"Letting me spill coffee on the most beautiful girl and her being okay with it" he smiled before leaving to his own bus
As he was getting on I couldn't help but ask him
"Wait" I called. He turned around on the stairs. "What's your name?"
He smiled and rubbed his fingers together like people do for money.
He climbed on the bus and it left.
I looked down at the $20 bill and flipped it over.
And that smooth café boy had written his number on the money.
I smiled and changed my shirt before heading back into the café
15 minutes later we left and I pulled out my phone.
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Hey, it's the coffee girl
Hey coffee girl. It's the spiller of that coffee
What's your name?
Daniel. Yours?
Y/n
That's beautiful
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So maybe things do happen for a reason
All I have to say is, I'm glad our bus broke down
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