𝕳𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖘 (𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖉 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

3 - coffee and doughnuts

A/N: I'm not sure if I should put Spencer's POV in my story. I'll think about it. For the time being, this would only contain Y/N's POV.

Thank you again. <3

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Then it finally hit you.

I didn't even give my number. How could we meet again?

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As you were grabbing your phone from your bed stand, your 5:00 AM alarm went off. You forgot it was your first day as a barista when you were with Spencer. Maybe the unplanned-stargazing-plan-gone-wrong was a saving grace.

Choosing to become a barista wasn't your part of your plan, you just enjoyed the thought of working around coffee. You thought that coffee can fit any moment of your life. The taste of coffee can describe the sweet, sour, saltiness and bitterness you have experienced. While the smell reminded you of home, a place where you know you won't go back to but a memory you sometimes missed.

You got out of bed, stretching your bones first before completely standing up. As you stood up, you walked to the bathroom, washing your face with water to wake you up more. Grabbing a clean towel near the sink, you gently patted your face.

You made your way to your closet and picked a comfortable outfit.

The shop you are working at didn't have a uniform but preferred that their workers wore comfortable black clothes. Most of your clothing was black. It's a win-win situation.

You wore a matching black set of lingerie. You didn't have any underwear except matching sets. You chose to wear a short sleeved black button up with black jeans. While tucking your button up into your jeans, you struggled to find your grommet belt.

The battle to find your belt was a triumphant one, you found it hidden between your clothes. You also cuffed your jeans before settling for what socks to wear. You chose to wear red socks to add a pop of color to your outfit.

You realized that you had a pair of converse like what Spencer wore last night. Black and white. You chose to wear that. It reminded you of him. You were still ecstatic from the amazing man you met last night.

Then, your thoughts hit you like a truck again.

You'll never meet him again.

You didn't give your number.

Overthinking sucks.

You shrugged the thoughts off your mind, and stared at yourself in the mirror. Calming yourself down from overthinking at an early time. It's time for make up. You had to look presentable for your first day.

You did a winged eyeliner for your eyes and paired it with a brick red matte lipstick. You checked the time again.

5:40.

That long to get ready?

You didn't have time to eat. You just grabbed a glass from the cabinet, filled it with water and gulped it down. You forgot to hydrate yourself before sleeping. You weren't hungover, liquor just makes you thirsty.

You were hungover by the idea of Spencer, not with the liquor.

Enough with these thoughts.

You grabbed your bag and keys by the counter, looking back at your place if you forgot anything.

Seems good.

You went out, locked the door behind you and walked outside.

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As you stepped outside, you felt the cold breeze in your body. This was the kind of breeze you enjoyed in the morning. You look up, seeing the sun is about to rise. The owner of the shop wanted you to come early since it is your first day. Thankfully, it's only a 10 minute walk.