Meeting Him in a Coffee Shop ✓

And this is why I never wear white

I was sad because it was my last full day in London before I had to head back to my little hometown in America. I decided to spend my final day here just walking around, enjoying the town, and visiting all the little stores I promised myself I would see before leaving. After a bit of walking, I come across a cute little cafe that seemed empty so I decided to check it out. The walls were absolutely beautiful, covered in so many different artworks. I was so busy looking at them that I didn't even hear the barista ask if I was ready to order.

Finally taken out of my trance I order a simple hazelnut coffee and a chocolate twist. I pay and begin to eat my twist while I wait for the coffee to be prepared. The twist was so gooey that I needed to grab a napkin to prevent it from falling and getting all over my clothes. My drink is finally completed so I grab it and decide to sit outside at one of the tables because it was such a beautiful day. As I walk out I continue to admire all the art on the wall, but I hit something that causes the drink and twist that was in my hand to fall. I look up and realize that it was a man that I have hit and my entire drink is spilled on him and what remains of my twist is currently stuck to his white shirt. I see that there is a dark brown stain already forming on his shirt and dripping onto his Vans, which also happen to be white.

"I'm so sorry-" I rush to get napkins to help him clean up.

"And this is why I never wear white," he chuckles to himself, grabbing the napkins I offer. He attempts to pat at his shirt to absorb some of the coffee from his slowly darkening shirt. I offer to buy him a new shirt, feeling extremely guilty for ruining his current one.

"No, don't worry about it. I bumped into you, it's completely fine," he argues in an accent that I hadn't heard in the city yet.

"Yeah, but it's my drink and twist that you are currently sporting, ever so stylishly, on your shirt," I counter.

He gingerly lifts the twist off his shirt and takes a bit, remarking on how tasty it is before it somehow slips from his fingers and onto his shoe.

I look up at him and try to suppress my laughter, but he begins to snicker as well. He continues to blot at his shirt, only seeming to make it worse.

I haven't really noticed much about him besides his now ruined shirt, so I take this time to examine the rest of him, namely his face. I see that he has bright blue irises, that seem to speak louder than his words. His chiseled facial features contrast the messy quiffed up look of his chocolate hair. The combination of his looks makes me weak in the knees as I continue to memorize his face, but I shake my thoughts lose realizing that forming a crush the day before I was supposed to be leaving.

"Come one, let me buy you a shirt! It's the least I can do considering I practically ruined this one. I'll even let you pick out the store!" I pause, realizing that my bank account will probably not agree with me, "So long as it's not some super high-end store."

"Fine," he concedes, smirking. "But, you have to let me buy you another drink and treat, cause I did make you lose the one you already had.

I smile, "Very well." I grab all the gross napkins to throw out. After throwing them out along with you now empty cup, I go over to him, "Ready to go, coffee-boy?"

He laughs at my silly nickname for him, "Yeah, let's go, coffee-spiller! Onwards!" he yells running out the door.

I laugh, thanking the worker who was currently moping the mess we had made, before chasing after him.