Meeting Him in a Coffee Shop ✓

So, who was that bloke?

"Y'all, I am telling you, this coffee shop is amazing! Besides their amazing coffee and to-die-for twists, they also probably have tea and biscuits. Which I haven't tried, but I can only assume are great. I'm surprised that y'all haven't been to it yet."

"Well, it is a coffee shop and you know how much we detest coffee," my coworker says, feigning disgust.

In order to celebrate my two-month work-iversary, I had invited a few of my coworkers to my favorite coffee shop.

I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to go back after seeing him there, with another girl nonetheless. But after waiting a whole week and finally needing coffee in my system that didn't come in instant powder form I finally caved and went back. He wasn't there then and still has not been back for the past 4 days so I figured it would be safe to bring my coworkers here.

A part of me wished that he would come back, just so I could hear his reason for finding a girlfriend so quickly. But the more mature part of me was telling myself to just let it go and move on.

The five of us found a nice table in the back and all ordered my beloved vanilla latte and chocolate twist. After much joking about how gross the latte was, they finally gave in to my wishes and told me that I had great taste in warm beverages. That's 1 point for America, zilch for the UK.

After much talking and laughter, they finally decided to go home. I waved them all goodbye, deciding that I would stay and enjoy one more cup of coffee and talk to Joe as we hadn't caught up with each other in a while.

"So, who was that bloke?" Joe asks.

I raise an eyebrow in confusion at his question. "My coworker? Olly?"

"No," he places his rag down and walks over to my spot on the bar, "That bloke who scared you shitless and caused you to run out of here without even saying hi to me about two weeks ago."

I try to come up with a lie, "Oh, him? Just someone I knew in high school. You know how it goes, high school was some of the worst four years of my life."

He sees right through it though, "Really? So you just happen to go to secondary school with some British bloke in America and he just so happens to be in this very café that you so happen to come to most every day after work? Is he also the same bloke who came by for like three days after this incident and sat here for bloody hours waiting for you to show up? Oh, and is also the same bloke that you ran into your first day here and spilled coffee all over him?"

"No, psh why would you even say that." My voice gets higher with each word, knowing that Joe knows exactly who he is.

"Right, so anyway, he asked for you and do you wanna know what I told 'em?"

I nod, slightly concerned, but knowing that Joe wouldn't willingly throw me under the bus.

"I told him that I had no idea who you were."

I sigh in relief and reach over to thank him for being such a great friend when he continues, "But let me tell you, he is one smart bloke. He pointed out that I had talked to you like we were old mates when you came in here."

I let out a frustrated groan. "Why? Joe, come on please tell me you didn't say anything!"

"Love, now tell me why on Earth would I do that? He seemed a great lad and so concerned about you. He even explained to me the reason as to why you ran out of here the other day."

He stops, checking with me to make sure that it was okay for him to continue.

I take a sip of my coffee to prepare me for what he had to see, "And, what did he say?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself?"

"Joe! You know full well that I will probably never see him again and even if I did, what difference would that make? I can't keep-"

I stop when I notice Joe looking behind me silently. I follow his gaze and am met with ocean blue eyes that I wanted and didn't need to see.