This is my first time writing and sharing my stories, and I'm honestly very scared. I don't personalize stories, but I'd love to hear your ideas and maybe use them!
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He came here three or four times a week. He always ordered a black coffee, and when he had lunch, he had a beef sandwich or a chicken salad. We talked a lot when he was here, about everything and nothing. He had the most beautiful curly brown hair, that he ran his hands through every now and then. His deep green eyes were filled with kindness that made everyone weak in the knees, and his smile could even melt hearts of stone. I've seen him so many times on the café that I knew exactly what he looked like, even by the way his tall and toned body walked or sat by the table. He was always working on his computer, but he never let me see what he was doing.
I wasn't in love with him, but he made me melt at bit every time he said "Hi love, how are you doing?". I felt that little sting of jealousy when he said the same to my colleagues at the café, but I brushed it off.. he was just a costumer, and I was just a waiter. Nothing else. He wasn't my type either, I've never fallen for the 'Mother in law's dream". I don't know, but I imagined the sex being very boring, which I'm not a fan of.
I was cleaning the blender when he walked in. My back was facing him, but I could feel how the air changed as he walked in. Some girls pointed in his direction, some winked, and some smiled sweetly. I knew exactly who had arrived.
"Good morning, love!", he simply said, and as I turned around I was met with a big smile as he leaned over the counter. He was wearing an open white and blue shirt with a white t-shirt underneath, black ripped jeans and sunglasses in his hair. He looked handsome, as always.
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(I live for this look!)
"Morning Harry, you're early today", I said as I began making coffee
"Couldn't sleep. Thinking about you", he winked at me as he sat down
"So cocky", I said and shook my head, as I earned a chuckle from him
"I'm too early for lunch, so what can you recommend for breakfast?", he asked as he opened his computer
"The pancakes are good", I said as I placed the cup of coffee in front of him
"Not in a pancake-mood", he took a sip as he locked his eyes with mine
"Then what mood are you in?", I asked and crossed my arms
"Can I have you for breakfast?", he said loud enough for people to turn their heads
I hit him with the dishtowel as a sign for him to shut up
"I trust you. I'll take the pancakes", he smiled for himself
I rested my upper body on the counter as I looked at him
"You know.. People will think you're a creep if you say stuff like that", I half-whispered
"And what if I am?", he asked and looked up at me from his computer
"The only thing that keeps people from hating you, is because you're young and handsome", I rolled my eyes
