Jacob went to Starbucks for his usual cup of coffee to find that every table was full of people. He went around looking for a place to sit when he spotted a boy with chocolate curly hair sitting all alone in an empty booth.
"Um, hey can I sit here?" he asked the boy. He looked up at him with the most stunning blue eyes. But with a pang in his heart he saw that his eyes were bloodshot.
His face also looks really red. He nodded softly and continued to look down and pick at his nails.
Jacob sat down at the opposite side of the booth.
"Are you okay?" he asked him softly. He obviously wasn't okay but he asked him anyway.
He nodded yes. But what had made him feel so sad about?
Lost deep in thought, Jacob accidentally knocked down his hot cup of coffee. Now the coffee reached the other side of the table and started dripping onto the boy's white sweater.
"Shit, fuck I'm so sorry," Jacob apologized, his eyes wide, jumping up and frantically trying to wipe the stain off the boy's sweater with tissues.
He half expected the boy to curse him for staining his sweater, or at least roll his eyes or yelp.
"It's fine, really," the boy said softly, as he looked up to meet Jacob's eyes. He meant it genuinely. He probably didn't want to go though all the trouble.
"I...I'll buy you a new one," Jacob offered. "Where did you buy it?"
"No, it really is fine," the boy insisted, blushing slightly because of the small attention they're attracting. "I... I gotta go." And with that, the boy hastily grabbed his bag and half ran to the exit.
Jacob wanted to chase after him but then he said he didn't want anything from him and he didn't fell like pissing him off so he stayed put, drank the rest of his coffee and went to school.
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