The Fifth Date

Chapter 5

I turned to Micky after leaving that remorseful memory to the wind. He gingerly placed my cup of Americano on the table with a smile.

He had been smiling at me since day one, I never smiled back. He was older than me, I could tell. He could have passed as a friend because he treated me as one, but I didn’t see him that way.

I never talked to him, except of course, when I placed my order. I could only trust him with my coffee. That was all.

But after reading that line from the book, I managed to pass him a small smile.

I saw his eyes flicker for a moment. He was surprised at the sudden friendly gesture. But he didn’t react further, maybe trying to get me off the hook of awkwardness.

He walked off after telling me to enjoy my coffee. I felt relieved. I had been coming to Green Leaf for two years and only then did I smile at anyone at all.

My eyes then travelled towards you.

Your brows pushed together, red lips tightly pursed as you continuously dragged your pencil across your notebook.

You momentarily looked up at my direction. I almost choked on my coffee.

Were you looking at me?

Or at the counter behind me?

I couldn’t tell, you were a good 12 feet away from me. I calmed myself down when Micky walked towards you, carrying a tray of your order. I could hear him tell you to enjoy your caramel macchiato and you—thanking him, all because of the emptiness of the shop.

You took a sip from your drink. You raised your brows and flashed a grin to my direction—or to the counter, probably at Micky. Either way,my heart tugged at that moment.

It was because of your smile. Your eyes turned into tiny slits as you flashed those perfect white teeth.