tomdaya & petermj | one-shots

" post-it-note, girl "

Song: 'haven't met you yet'
by Michael Bublé

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| Zendaya |

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I found myself standing in the quaint coffee house on Lakewood, taking in the strong aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

unfortunately, my favorite kind of coffee was taken out of the menu in the coffee house near the building i live in. Now, I need to make extra effort and change my schedule so I could enjoy not only my precious cup of coffee but also have no rush in the mornings.

Coffee houses are like my second home. I spend my time there at lest three hours per day.
Not only to drink coffee, even though it's the intention of being at a 'coffee house' . But also to work on projects, have some alone time and just be away from home in general.

And just like when you move out of your old house and live somewhere new. You feel the change, the desire to go back to your old house, your home.

In this coffee house the walls have a different colour, there are chairs and tables instead of booths. This coffee house is more old style compared to the other one where everything is modern, fashionable and full of neon lights.

The cashiers look different, I mean everyone look different. But they gave me a different vibe.

Instead of being all happy and smiley like the cashiers from the other coffee house, in this one everyone looked exhausted. Everyone gave the 'oh, I'm here again' kind of look.

I guess in the other coffee house they get more fair amount of money.

After a few minutes of wait, my turn was here to come. I headed to the cashier that was free to service.

On mistake or not, on fate or not. I landed on a good looking guy.

"What can I get for you?" The guy asked, his eyes tired and curious. brown curls resting on his forehead and a chef apron which is covering the black T-shirt he wears underneath, hang on his shoulders and go all the way down to his knees.

"I will have a caramel coffee with whipped cream on top and a cinnamon roll please"

He nodded, and typed down the order in the cashier machine. His brown eyes left mine and now focused on getting my order correctly.

I felt a desire to meet his eyes once again, even just for a second.

"Wait, can I change my order?" I pleaded, hearing a quiet chuckle escape his mouth. He looked up to meet my eyes, and I felt a wave of joy wash over me.
"Yeah, you can. What would you like to change?"

"Can I have a chocolate scone instead of the cinnamon roll?" I asked, an embarrassed smile dancing on my lips.

"I much prefer a chocolate scone over a cinnamon roll too" the cashier said, earning my soft giggle.

I payed for my order and went to grub my cup of coffee and chocolate scone I've been craving for since I walked through the doors of the coffee house.

I found a seat near a window, which was perfect for my liking. I opened up my computer and scrolled through my documents until I found the article I'm working on at the moment, about self love.

For weeks I've been trying to figure out which words will be most accurate and relevant for my speech. But it only feels like the words aren't those whom missing, it is the letters who are.

Aside the difficulty of thinking about what to write new distractions just keep popping. My pay rent, mental health, Unnecessary stress and now the-

"Stuck?" The cashier asked causing my head to turn to his direction.
"You can say that" I replied, assuming he doesn't know what this kind of stress is like.
"I have no idea what you're working on but I had problems with writing paragraphs in the past.
the trick is, instead of sitting in front of the computer and hope an idea will pop In mind. Just let it come naturally, and when it is I can guarantee you it will be the best version of itself."
I smiled thankfully taking in his words.
"Thank you, can i have the bill please?" I asked, he shook his head smiling and handed it to me.
I gave him the money, along with a bright blue post-it-note that contained my phone number.

A few days later

I was writing my speech on the computer, the tips the cashier told me were turned out to be helpful.
The ideas just came naturally and now here I am, writing my ending sentence for the speech.
I smiled as words formed in my head and all of the sudden my phone vibrated. I looked down at it and a goofy smile found it's way on my lips.

Unknown: 'hey, post-it-note, girl'

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Hey fellows!
This chapter was a bit different, I hope you liked it.
Do you want me to write more tomdaya family oneshots? Or something new & different?
Lots of love,
N