her coffee

2019.11.27

I have a long-ass storytime (written by me, very romantic, gay). Enjoy your ride loves.

She was sitting across the café. It was a small, but popular place in my hometown. It was quiet. Since I was little, I enjoyed the silence. Some old & vintage music was playing in the background. It was perfect weather, perfect timing when she came right through that door and sat right in front of me across the café. It was the end of autumn. The winter was coming. It was chilly; her cheeks were a bit rosy caused by a cold breeze. She was wearing black beanie; she had wavy, shoulder-length hair. Her eyes were blue just like those rare sunny spring day's sky. Her lips were tinted with a darker shade of red. My favorite color. Not to mention, when she looked through the window, every time she saw a bird passing by, she smiled. That smile was the most angelic smile I have ever seen. She was wearing a tan shade coat, with a big scarf. She looked so small and innocent. I wanted to hold her in my arms and protect her forever. Suddenly the café has started to get more and more crowded and full. I didn't know a small indie group was going to perform in a few minutes, hours, it didn't matter to me. All that mattered at that moment was her walking towards me, hot, black coffee with one tablespoon of brown sugar, in her hands. I started panicking. I didn't realize that she was now sitting in front of me, no longer across the café. Basically, there was no more space to sit. I tried not to think about it too much. Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted. "What are you drinking?" she asked me as I sipped my third cup of black tea. Exactly that day, that minute she came into this café. I have always believed in destiny. Nevertheless, she thought it was just a pure coincidence. I didn't know how to talk to strangers. However, she felt so natural. As she talked, I analyzed her body language. Not only that I noticed every detail, but every imperfection on her face that was absolutely were also breathtaking for me. She noticed that I was staring at her; I hope she took that just as a friendly gesture. She was talking about how much she adored the group's music. She was excited to hear them live. I stayed quiet the whole time; I liked to listen to her talk. She thought she was annoying, or even bothering me, but I loved her company. The group came into the view. The whole time she was singing along to them. We danced. She touched my waist, hands, arms, hair, ears, cheeks, nose, and lips. They were singing about two girls that fell in love in October. Suddenly it felt like in that room; there were only two of us. I only heard her voice, her laugh; the music was long gone in the distance. The world has stopped when she kissed me. I was surprised. It was hard to get back to my senses. She laughed at me, because I was blushing crazy and it wasn't caused by the wind, it was caused by her. After the concert, we walked back to her apartment. You might be thinking why I'm going to a complete stranger's house, that I don't even know their name. I didn't think about it too much; because I felt like being at home, she made me feel loved, and complete. That's what I have been longing for so many years. I was sure I at least like her even though we met just a few hours ago. She already knew my life story, and I knew hers. Her name was unique, just like her. Her eyes sparkled as we were walking down dark night streets. She talked about how much she was happy that I was there at that right exact moment. I couldn't disagree with her. I wanted to ask her about the kiss. She felt like she had to explain herself. We understood each other without spitting words from our mouths. At that moment the only thing that matter was, us dancing in the streets holding each other tightly. When we finally were at her small, cozy apartment, she had to excuse herself for the mess. It was a beautiful mess. I slept over at her. I told my aunt I found a friend. My aunt's name was Sara. She was nice. She saw us kiss. Sara thought we're going to have a lifelong love. Obviously, she didn't have a problem with me sleeping at Adeline's or, as she prefers to be called a bub. I will call her however, she wants me to. Today I understood that going here wasn't that bad of an idea. Why I was so scared?