coffee shop ; m.c

chapter ten ; him

it was almost christmas. snow littered the world outside, making it seem so distant from her inside the warm coffee shop. windows frosted and people piled in the doors with scarves and gloves. beanies usually covered people's heads and big jackets bulked them up. everyone muddled in together in the coffee shop, except for the newly dyed red hair that stuck out so prominently.

"i like your hair michael," she said smiling to him, after he stayed silent for a while she said, " you know this is the part when you are supposed to say thanks but never mind,"

that was when he had instead covered his face with his gloved hands and blushed deeply. she laughed, he was easy to laugh at and he was constantly making her giggle.

"so i'm guessing you want a pot of tea?" she questioned but inside she knew the answer would always be the same.

"of course lia," he half laughed at her,

when she left to make his tea, lia was distracted. she didn't know if it was the change of hair colour or if it was just the fact that he was there in the first place. love made her confused, it made most people confused. michael just seemed different today. he seemed out of it. of course he was still michael, still the same awkward-but-still-cute michael to her.

so she made his tea and brought it out to him. his face lit up when she walked back into the room. his eyes went wide and his smile appeared, making his eyes crease. she couldn't help but smile back, it was infectious.

" thanks lia," he said, staring into her eyes.

usually eye contact made lia extremely uncomfortable but this. this was different. this was michael. her michael. so she stared back. his eyes were so beautiful, she was intimidated by his good looks. she herself wasn't that pretty. sure she was thin but her skin wasn't clear and her hair wasn't as long as it could be. she was plain. nothing special, just plain.

the eye contact broke. lia shuffled into the booth next to him. he gracefully poured himself a cup of tea before setting it gently on the table in front of him. his book was set next to it, everything was in perfect order. it always was with michael. harry potter.

"is this what you're reading at the moment?" lia enquired,

michael nodded while fixing his beanie on his head for about the fifth time since lia had sat down.

"would you read to me?" she asked,

he nodded again before picking up his book and reading aloud but softly to her. his voice was beautiful for reading. he pronounced each letter and sound perfectly and his words were steady and calm. lia found herself taken away. the whole magical land formed inside her head and it was simply stunning. she listened about the relationship of hermione and ron. she felt like that about michael. she was ron, the one seamlessly in love with michael who was her hermione.

he read for ages, the tea went cold. snow fell lightly outside, lights twinkled. he eventually came to a stop. lia was leaning on him, his arm somehow found its way behind her and was hugging her. it was a beautiful scene for the onlookers. old couples smiled from their own tables and booths, obviously seeing the blatant love, clear for anyone to see.

when the coffee shop was shutting, the pair left together as they had done once before. they still missed the cracks in the pavement in their steps and they swung their arms, occasionally brushing fingers against each other, not purposely of course. lia had bitten her tongue for so long. she and said nothing to michael about what she felt. she would not hold back much longer. it was hard though, she would hate to say anything as he most likely didn't feel the same.

so they just continued to walk together, lia still held back. it was impossible. but nothing's impossible, said the small voice in the back of her head.

christmassy? I like it :)

love, tay