Love at First Macchiato

Chapter 1 | Starbucks

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I lived in a world different from others. Far different than anyone alive, I was sure that there are people out there living a life like I do. I surely wished I could trade my life for someone who is normal, mediocre and living a simple life. Living a life where everything was arranged in a tight schedule where no choices are even allowed for me to live in, except some. Living a life where everything was given and fulfilled was something to be grateful of, but was that all I truly wanted? I wanted so much more than this life.

The sun brightly shone on the window, reflecting it upon his eyes. Annoyed, he stood up and closed the curtain. He then banged himself, back to sleep. His mind was constantly reminded by the nightmare, as vivid as his real past, he couldn't let go. The flashes of thunder striking in the background. The window was wide open, whipping through the wind's commands and everything else was rummaged and disintegrated to pieces. A small note was left, lying on the ground. Crumpled in traces of blood red and a scribble was left: "Help". He could only stand there watching the rain falling and tears welled up in his face.

His eyes fluttered open once more and heard knocks on the door. A voice was heard, "Master Alessandro, I have prepared your breakfast and the suit you are going to wear for a photoshoot in 4 hours from now."

"Oh, good morning, Steve. Please come in," he replied in a cheerful tone.

"Good to see you, Master," Steve bowed and smiled at him, "What a mess! You can head to the washroom and I will fix everything here."

"Oh, alright. Thanks," Alessandro stood up and took the clothes from the butler's gloved hands.

Alessandro was a strikingly attractive man - tousled hair, plump lips, deep dimples ladies swooned at. He looked up to the mirror, reflecting what was behind him in front of him. He examined his bleeding jawline, traced it to remove the blood off. He raked his hair with his rough hands and splashed himself with water from the running sink. His toned skin exposed as he unfasten the buttons lined neatly among the fibre of his silk shirt.

He reached out for the suit that was dangling on the hanger and suited it on. His fingers connected with the knob and twisted it, revealing a perfectly polished bedroom, fixed and repaired.

As he was about to exit his master bedroom, he gave the mirror one last glance as he saw something within.

"Steve, how do I look?" He called firmly, relieved to see a man 3 inches shorter bursted through the door.

"You look exactly how your father wants you to be in his designed clothes. Should we head off?"

"Okay," Alessandro sighed. Steve must know his way with words.

Steve escorted Alessandro into a finely decorated hall, large enough for a small soccer field. On its walls were paintings drawn abstractly and landscape arts that brought an essence of the medieval times. Every now and then, there were portraits of Alessandro's family gathered together in formal attires. All he could do was stare at her, smiling and her eyes twinkled like stars in the sky. Her blonde hair was wavy but firmly held back into a ponytail or a braid. He stared at her and looked away.

"Master, I know she is gone. But, if there is anything troubling you, you can talk to me."

"Thank you, Steve. Please just call me Alex. I cannot stand you calling me master as she told you to, and I-" he soon covered his face and tears trickled down his cheeks.

"Mas- , Alex, Please don't cry. I can't stand you like this."

He wiped his tears off his cheeks and smiled at Steve. Steve sighed in relief. All he could do was to make sure his young master is happy and that is enough to make him happy. After all, it was her who helped him find a place.

Steve led him to the dining room where a chandelier stood, glamoring lights and scattered. The subtle glass ornaments hung on the chandelier danced in waves. He sat down to where the food was located for him. Two perfectly toasted breads with lettuce and scrambled eggs in between. A glass of orange juice in a wine glass. He sat down and ate it quietly.

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"A bit to the right, Alessandro. Tilt your head a bit to the right... that's it. Don't look at the camera. Just look at..."

The director looked around for any convenient specimen for Alessandro to catch sight of. After perceiving something interesting, he pointed at a girl tapping vigorously on her phone.

Alessandro narrowed his eyes at her. She looked like she was about to smash her phone to the ground. He winced at the sight and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Alessandro! I told you not to move. It's 3 hours already and we've just taken a few pictures due to your constant body movement. I know you're so eager to get out of here but please, just this once, stop wiggling around like a girl and man up!"

Alessandro sighed. He's getting exhausted and he needed a run. His eyes were getting droopy and he needed a drink to freshen up.

"Hey man, I could really use a boost right now. I'll get a couple of drinks and be right back before you know it."

The director shook his head and gave a slight nod, "Go ahead, be right back before five, got it?"

"Roger that!" Alessandro gave him a mock salute.

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Emma dozed off during her lecture when a bang rang her ears. She shot up, awake, witnessing everybody around her snickered in amusement.

"Emma! This is the 7th time you've slept in my class this week! I've told you not to sleep in class, if you're tired, then go somewhere else to sleep, but not in my class!"

"I am so sorry. I promise I will not sleep next time"

"Her lessons are rubbish, why should I care?" she muttered under her breath.

The teacher stared at her and sighed.

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The bell rang, indicating that it's dismissal. Emma slouched past people. Her eyes wandered towards a significant shop. Starbucks. She groaned and went into the kitchen, placing her uniform on and went to the cashier section.

She caught a glimpse of a guy patiently waiting for his drink as he took out his phone and tapped some buttons on it.

As though he thought he was being watched, he looked up and looked at her.

"Damn," she cursed under her breath.

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