Sometimes when you meet someone there's that click. I don't necessarily believe in love at first sight, but I do believe in that click.
Stage 1-First Meeting
I remember it still like it was yesterday. A small town in California, and although it was shining out with 60 degree weather, people were not used to it and ran and hid in the womb of their houses. Just like every Sunday, I took a trip away from my dorm room to a coffee shop that was near campus. My arms were always filled with notes and textbooks. Accounting, business management, taxes, and operating a business knowledge was stuffed away, waiting for me to read. I bought a peppermint hot chocolate, my favorite, and searched for an empty seat within the crowded area. Finding a seat next to two boys who were paying no attention, but to their computer screens
“Sophia!” I practically sprinted to the counter to grab my beverage and sat back down, putting my headphones in my ears, turning the music up, and drowning out the bustling surrounding focusing on my notes.
“Oh my god I'm so sorry.” I looked down where my books had been and there was coffee spilt everywhere, soaking them. “No don't worry it's fine.” I started dabbing at the coffee with a napkin.
“You have no idea how bad I feel.” A boy with brown-blond hair was kneeling down at the table picking up my books and cleaning them off or at least trying to without tearing too many pages.
“Accounting, how intelligent, and this one.” He picked up another. “I can't even pronounce.”
A small laugh escaped my lips. I looked over at a couple of the books that were previously sitting next to his feet. “Calculus 3, wow aren’t you good at math.”
“Actually no...that's my roommates.” The other boy that was sitting in the chair listening to music waved a little and left a small smile on his lips. I took a look at the other pile.
“Art major huh?” He smiled.
“Oh yea...I'm the kind of guy your mom tells you to stay away from. ya know tattoos.” He pointed to the one on his arm of a pinup girl. "The kind that has messy hair, always messes up what he's saying, and runs free, the art major kind of a guy." He winked.
“Well I'm usually the rebel kind of child.” He smirked a little, taken back by my comment, and started to help clean my books again.
“So maybe we could hang out sometime?” I asked breaking the awkward silence between us.
“I don't know, think you can handle me?” He joked.
“Spilling coffee, I could've burnt myself, you sure are dangerous.”
“Well it is my...” I cut him off
“Middle name.” He smirked
“Yo dude we gotta go.” His roommate started to pack up all his things. “Bryan is almost to Brooks already.”
Brooks was that part of town mostly everyone stayed away from. There was always something on the news about it whether it was drugs, a shooting, or robbery. It wasn't the kind of place where you casually went to there had to a be a purpose to the visit.
“Oh shit! We do need to go or he will k-i-l-l us.” He quickly helped wiping up the rest of the coffee then grabbed all his stuff and stormed out of the coffee shop without even saying goodbye.
I didn't even get his name, he was just some hot guy that I had met at a coffee shop. For the next week, I just couldn't get those blue eyes out of my mind. I looked all around on the campus, but no sign of the mysterious boy.
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