❝i envy the cup of coffee that kisses you every morning.❞
wren cardosa struggles to support her parents, working two part time jobs and being a high school student in her senior year. she's not occupied with boyfriends, parties or friends-but then t...
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"Mr. Styles? You've got a meeting with Yakuu in twenty minutes."
"Thanks, Danny," I said to my assistant, who'd poked his head around the corner of my office. I was leaning back in my leather seat, packed boxes still scattered around the space. Being on the top floor of Seattle's highest skyscraper, I had an astonishing view of the city, but all my eyes wandered to since I met Wren was that little coffeeshop on the corner of Whitmore.
It was crazy. A week had passed since, and my mind was still occupied with a high school student, eleven years younger than me. I couldn't look in the mirror without feeling her lips on the corner of my mouth, and I really wanted to see her again, but Danny had been the one to fetch me my coffee with how busy I'd been.
Being in the twenty-first century and all, every magazine under Knight had been persistent on modernizing their brand. They all wanted extra funding for detailed apps and interactive websites, and I, as Knight's new CEO, had to make all the calls and attend all the meetings. It was exhausting. I was exhausted.
A sudden spur of energy crossed me, and I glanced at my watch. It was a Monday afternoon, and if Wren had a standard shift at Beans, I could squeeze a coffee in those twenty minutes I had left.
I shot up and reached for my coat, shrugging it on. There was still a half-full cup of coffee from before on my desk, but I ignored it. Passing Danny's desk, just outside of my office, I told him I'd be taking a quick walk, and impatiently rode the elevator all the way down.
The sky was a blue, barely any clouds painted across, and the air crisp and cold. The kind to redden the tips of your ears and make your cheeks cold to the touch.
I arrived at the coffeeshop and shoved my hands into my pockets, glancing through the window. There she was, behind the counter working the coffee machine. Her friend stood next to her, talking animatedly, but Wren didn't seem to listen. She hadn't put her hair up today, the waves framing her doll-like face, plump lips puckered in concentration. Finally, she turned so I could see her better.
She said something to her friend and then smiled, running a finger over her bushy eyebrow. Her friend pushed her softly and they laughed together.
I found myself smiling into the window and slowly walked to the entrance, holding the door for a couple of teenagers that were just piling out.
It was warmer inside, soft chatter filling the space. The man I recognized as Wren's manager stood at the table of what looked like an unsatisfied customer, but with her brown eyes and small form in front of me, she was all I had eyes for.
Her friend noticed me first, but she saw my eyes on Wren and frowned. "Wren, this guy is staring at you. Should I take him?" She whispered, unintentionally loud enough for me to hear.
Wren looked up, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "Harry!"
"Wren!" I exclaimed, smiling widely and leaning my elbows on the counter. Her friend backed off, but still watched me with eyes like a hawk. "I'd like a coffee. Black, please. And I'll take it here." I eyed her friend, who she sent a look to before she turned back to me and smiled innocently.
