31 Days of Imerfection

Day 1

Day 1

Write a scene in a coffee shop

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Looking around, it appeared the same as always. But then again, I only came here yesterday and the day before that, and the day before that. It was yet another peaceful morning in the city. The leaves were scattered outside the shop window dancing in the autumn wind.

As I drank my usual cappuccino, I took out my sketchbook continuing to sketch the beautiful view of Oxford outside the separation of cold and warmth. The coffee shop has the best views in the city along with the best coffee too may I say.

I'll never get bored of coming here. I've been coming to this ever since I discovered it a year ago on my way to one of my lecturers.

But one thing I have noticed which hasn't been here before was the barista. The boy barista. The hot boy barista. The boy that has been staring at me ever since the bell chimed when I walked through the door.

He's not the average kind of guy you'd find working in a small coffee shop. In my eyes, he's the type you'd find on the front page of a magazine.

Oh no. he's heading in my direction, but he can't be coming over to me because I've already got my drink. Or maybe I was staring for too long and he noticed? How embarrassing! He's getting closer and my hearts beating faster. I decided to stay calm, carry on drawing and hope I don't start blushing.

False alarm. He was only going to clean some tables near me. I don't know whether I'm happy about that or not. I would probably end up making a fool of myself and spill my coffee.

The barista started to wipe down the table to my left. As he wiped it down, I couldn't help but glance up from my work and stare at him. His biceps were muscular. I could tell that he went to the gym often. The sun rays brought out the light brown strands of hair on his head, which was styled fashionably. I was too engrossed with checking him out that I almost forgot about having to go into University earlier than usual to discuss a project with my friends.

That was when I noticed that the barista had finished wiping down the table, and was walking back to the counter. I hastily cleared up all of my belongings into my bag and rushed out the door leaving the bell to chime signifying I had left.

Andrews POV

I turned around to the chime of the bell above the door, realising the girl I had and still am infatuated with for months had left my coffee shop, on the day I was going to speak to her. For months I have been thinking how beautiful she is and wondering what she draws in that sketch book of hers.

I remember the first time she stepped in this place a year ago with sketch book and pencil in hand. She looked like an angel fallen from heaven. But at this point I was still stuck in my pokey office dealing with finances for the family business. It was being handed down to me in a couple of years time when my father retires. I had to show that I was right for the job and responsible enough to take over.

I've told my best friend about the coffee girl and he keeps pestering me to talk to her. I really do want to talk to her but when I think about actually walking up to her and talking to her, I tell myself she'd be better off without me and that she wouldn't go for a guy like me. I've never had trouble getting girls but the coffee girl's different. She's looks shy and quiet; not one to wear revealing clothes. That is very rare nowadays and it's refreshing to see a pretty young girl that isn't partying 24/7.

Before I was able to go for my break I had to clear the last couple of tables near to where the coffee girl had been sitting, so I thought that after that I could go up and talk to her. Looking back at the table I noticed a pair of keys laying on the booth right near where her bag was laying. I went towards it quickly grabbing the keys, running to the door without thinking and looking who I was bumping into. Because the person I was bumping into was none other than my coffee girl.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm sor-"

"It's okay don't worry about it but you won't get far without these," I pointed out, grabbing the keys from my pocket not believing I'm talking to her. "I'm Andrew."

"Belle. Err thank you for picking up my keys. I wasn't concentrating putting things in my bag. I was late for something and had to go quickly,"

She who finally had a name, a beautiful one at that, was really cute while rambling. I couldn't help but noticing how her lips moved while she talked and thinking how kissable they looked.

"It's fine. Here are you keys," handing them over to her, my fingers touched hers and I couldn't help but think how soft and smooth they were. I wonder how they would feel interlaced in mine. "Did you, err enjoy your coffee?"

"Err...yes thank you. I'm going to go now" she pointed to the door, starting to walk towards it.

"Hang on. Wait, do you need a ride to where ever your going? I'm on my break so I'm free?"

I looked at her hoping she would accept my offer. Scratching the back of my neck I continue nervously "I mean, like, if you don't want to that's fine but-"

"I'd love that, thank you" she smiled gratefully at me as I looked down into her eyes. They were a deep ocean blue captivating me.

"Come on princess," opening the door for her and letting her through first guiding her towards my car.

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a/n - Hey, we're Laura and Megan looking forward to doing this and hope you will enjoy reading our scenes as much as we have writing them. We are best friends and thought why not do the challenge together so here is our very first chapter! Enjoy!