YiZhan's Short Stories

A cup of coffee 3/3

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Zhan was left alone in the shop since Xing went home early for some reason. Zhan is busy cleaning some tables. After cleaning he decided to close the shop since it's already late in the evening and he is very tired already. He is very focused on closing the door that he wasn't aware the someone is standing behind him.

"Zhan..."

Zhan turns around and he jumps in shocked as he saw the person behind him. His heart was thumping so fast as their eyes met.

"Mr. W-wang..." Zhan stammered. Yibo nods and flashes a thin smile.

"Do you want to buy something? I-i can open the shop for you". Zhan asked.

"No, It's fine". Yibo replied. Their eyes were locked into each other. Zhan wanted to look away and say anything but no words can come out from his mouth.

"Damn! Why his gaze makes me feel like melting?". Zhan thought to himself as he stares at the young CEO's eyes. 

A moment of silence. Both of them were just staring at each other for seconds without breaking the eye contact. Zhan's heart is pounding so loud and he is hoping that Yibo can't hear it. 

"I have to go home now, Mr. Wang. I'll see you tomorrow". Zhan breaks the silence. His heart can't take it anymore. He's going to explode anytime soon. The young CEO is too close to him and he can actually smell his perfume. Not strong but very manly.

"I'll take you home, Zhan". Yibo said.

Zhan smiles. "I'm fine, Mr. Wang. My house is just a few minutes away from here". He responds.

"I can drive you home since it's already late and I am sure it's hard to find a cab now". Yibo said. Zhan actually has a car but he got sleepy easily these past few weeks so it's safe not to use it for now.

"You're right". Zhan muttered. Yibo flashes a thin smile and nod. Zhan agrees to let Yibo drop him home since he's the one who offered it first. Yibo leads the way to his car and opens the passenger seat for Zhan. 

"Thanks". Zhan said as he enters the car and Yibo enter on the other side. He feels shy as this was the first time that the young CEO gives him a ride. He can feel his face burning and good thing that Yibo's car light is dim.

"His car smells so much like him". Zhan thought. He chuckles in a low tone. Just then, Zhan remembers the girl who came with Yibo at the shop. This seat must be owned by that girl. He pouts.

Yibo started to drive and Zhan is giving him the direction to his house.  "You can stop here, Mr. Wang. That's my house". Zhan said as he pointed the two-story white with a black paint house infront of them.

"Thank you for the ride, Mr. Wang. Be safe when you go home". Zhan said as he unbuckles the seatbelt.