The one for me

chapter one

It's a cold morning on the streets of New York, the rain had just fallen  the air is damp and smells like cake and coffee from the coffee house around the corner. The sun  is shining weakly and it is actually beautyfull , I always walk here but never have I realized the beauty in it I guess it's because there is not  so many people on the street it's only 8 am on a Saturday. I usually never get up this early but I have to finish my novel and get it to my agent by 14:00 and not a minute later she said on the phone.

I enter the coffee shop  on the corner and there is only a few people probably getting a cup of coffee.

I find a quiet comfy couch and take out my laptop  and take of my jacket to start working on the end to my novel. But the last  couple of days  I have had a mayor writers block,I just didn't have any inspiration. I have been trying to write a romance novel for a very long time now but somehow it never turns out the way I want it to. But   working  as a waitress  and going to a university  doesn't give me a lot of time to write  but luckily  today I have  a day off .I still have to get ready for the English  test that I have next week. So we can say that my agenda is pretty full.

-Hey! What can I get for you today?

-Hey! I'll have a cup of coffee.

-Sure coming right up happy Saturday!

The waiter walked back to the front to make my coffee,he's feet almost not even touching the earth. I think I have never seen a happier person in my life he's smile was big and true happiness and positive energy seems to encircle him .

I glance at the screen of my laptop and look at the little line blinking at the end of the last sentence. My happy waiter comes back with my coffee with if it's possible an even bigger smile than last time.That is seriously the most happy person I have ever seen.

-Here is your coffee hope it tastes like magic.he says putting the coffee down on the table in front  of me.

-Thanks!

-So what are you writing? he asks looking at the screen.

-Well I'm trying to write a novel,but it's not going so well.

-Writers block? he asks as he sits down on the chair besides me.

-Yes exactly.Do you write? I ask him taking a sip of my coffee.

-Well no but my ex did so I know a few things.

I can see the pain brush over he's face lightly when he says ex but I didn't want to ask any details.He runs he's hand through he's curly hair and sighs loud.

-I'm so sorry.

-No you don't have to be it is better this way. I'm sorry I bored you with my problems.

-No don't be sorry it's fine.

-Thanks,well I better get back to work now. Hope you have a nice day miss.He says and  waits for me to say my name.

-Ava.

-Nice to meet you Ava,I'm Jacob.

He smiles and turns around his dark curly hair jumping up and down while he walks.It is clear that he and his ex had a lot of history and that he was hurting a lot. For a moment happiness disappeared from his face and his blue eyes looked even more blue.I wonder what happened between them.I look at him for a while until he disappears with a load of dishes in a grey plastic bin,in a room that I assume they wash dishes in. But then I look back at the screen of my laptop and see that I still have to finish my little novel and I am not even close. Time is the one thing I need and the one thing I don't have. I look at my phone and press the home button it is now 08:31 and I didn't even start.And right about now I am starting to feel the panic rushing up to my head.I never turned in something late,even in first grade when nobody cared about school I always did. I am kind of a nerd I guess but hey nerds end up ruling the world.I take a sip of my coffee from the big white mug and,Jacob was so right it does taste like magic.I have never tasted a better cup of coffee in my life.I can't believe that I never walked in here before it's cozy,and warm and it smells like cake and coffee and tea and old books at the same time. It is all I could ever ask for in a coffeehouse I have been to many but this one is moved at the top of my list.And if you are wondering what the "list"is well, here is the thing I love lists I have a list for everything  books I want to buy,books I want to read, coffeehouses I want to try and the ones I have been to,countries I want to visit.  Literally  everything. I love them. And oh the sweet satisfaction of checking in a to do list. The best feeling in the world.