Meeting Him in a Coffee Shop ✓

It's like milk blends together smoothly with coffee

"Is that alright?" he asks, and I know that he is talking about his earlier comment about me being his girlfriend.

I don't know what to say in response to that, much less think about it. My heart takes over the controls of my head and causes it to nod in agreement, but I know that deep down it's a dumb decision. I'm leaving tomorrow, yet here I am being introduced as the girlfriend of a man that I had just met less than 4 hours ago. My eyes dart between his blue ones, searching for a hint of it being a practical joke or prank, but all I am met with is the same warmth that is coursing through my body from his hands and something else that I don't want to admit is real.

"Well, should I get you the usual, lad?" Marge's voice draws us out of our trance.

He finally breaks all contact, walking towards the counter. "That's fine. And can you get her one of your specials?" He looks back at me, "In a cup?" he asks.

I finally get my voice and thoughts back in order, "Yes, please." We haven't been hanging out for long, yet he already knows my ice cream order.

I wonder if it is alright that he called me his girlfriend? My heart wants to accept it, but my brain knows better than that.

We get our ice cream and begin the short walk to the London Eye. Neither of us is talking as I am deep in thought, still wondering about his earlier comment about me being his girlfriend. I hesitate, wondering if I possibly could see myself dating this guy. Sure all the movies and stories make long-distance relationships seem so glamorous and fun, but I know that it's not real life. There would be no way that we could even continue a friendship, let alone anything romantic, with the time difference and a whole ocean between us. I know that if anything happened, it would have to end almost as quickly as it started. Sure, we could have some fun, talk, eat food, fall in love or whatever, but then I'd be boarding a plane back to the States and he'd still be here, in London.

"Well, here we are!"

I look up from my thoughts and don't even notice the London Eye looming overhead. All I see if soft blue eyes with a piercing gaze, messily perfect brown hair being tousled by the wind, ears that stick out a little too far, a prominent jawline, moles gently scattered around his face that are difficult to see unless you're up close, lips.

Pink lips.

Plump lips.

Perfect lips.

Kissable.

And that's exactly what I do. Dropping the ice cream I place both of my hands on his face and bring it to yours.

When our lips meet, the butterflies in my stomach erupt like an explosion, the electricity ignites a fire that courses through my entire being, lifting me up and out of my body. My feet, however, stay planted on the ground, as I feel safe and secure as he wraps his arms around me, holding onto me, seemingly never letting me go.

His lips mold perfectly in mine and our bodies melt together.

It's like two puzzle pieces finally joining after hours of searching. It's like the shore fits so perfectly with the sea. It's like milk blends together smoothly with coffee.

It's like we were meant to be. It's like fate brought us together. It's like I was supposed to meet him in a coffee shop.