C'est Toi • Shawn Mendes (Coffee Shop AU)

Chapter FOUR

Saturday - January 19, 2019 - 17:26

I went back to the coffee shop today and Shawn was working. We didn't talk that much. He seemed a bit out of it, I overheard some customers be a bit rude and I know that can put a person off. I still can't believe what happened yesterday. For some reason I can never form a sentence around him. He probably thinks I'm insane.

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I woke up to three consecutive bangs on my door. Not soft morning knocks, absurdly loud and aggressive bangs. I rolled over and checked the time on my phone. Eight o'clock. I rolled over and groaned into my pillow; who on earth would be banging on my door this early?

Realizing that whoever was on the opposite side of my door would stop banging until they got what they wanted, I flung my covers off and trudged my way towards the door. With one last yawn, I unlocked the door and swung it open.

I was met with Ella's fist up high up in the air, her eyebrows raised, surprised that I opened the door.

"Good morning!" She smiled wide.

I did not return her smile, "Yes?"

Ella rolled her eyes and strolled into my room, "Just thought I'd make sure you're awake––Early bird gets the worm and all that," she plopped down on my desk chair and spun around, "If I remember correctly, you promised a certain barista you would be at the coffee shop today to do work."

"It's eight in the morning."

"Never too early for romance."

I grabbed a pillow from my bed and threw it at her stomach, "Let me get dressed."

Approximately forty-five minutes later, I was dressed appropriately for the dreary London weather; an olive green sweater, jeans, and brown ankle boots. Once I double checked to make sure I had all of my textbooks for a day of hunkering down to study, I adjusted my canvas bag on my shoulder and called over to Ella.

"Took you long enough," she snarled as she grabbed her own bag off the floor.

"Relax," I told her as I closed my door and pulled out my key to lock it, "It's early Saturday morning, people are probably still asleep from their wild escapades the night before."

"It's still a Saturday morning," Ella stressed her point as I placed my hand on the handle to make sure my door was locked, "Londoners like brunch or just grab a morning coffee––We need to get there fast."

"We'll be fine, Ella." I pressed the elevator button to bring us down.

Once the door dinged, we walked into the elevator and Ella pressed the ground floor level, "Yeah you're probably right, we're fine," Ella mocked my accent as the doors closed, "Shawn probably has a table saved for you."

I blushed and ignored her comment. Right after I had stumbled over my words asking for his name, I immediately called Ella and yelled out all of my anxieties over the phone.

He probably thinks I'm an idiot––A stupid study abroad student––How will I be able to show up again––And oh my God, Niall and Lola were there too and they probably think I'm a psychopath––They probably talked about me right after I left.

And while I felt some of the anxiety leave my system, it was never fully gone. Instead, the anxiety felt as if it was recycled into my body, not caring that I felt ready to throw up at any given moment.

Ella tried to calm me down, but it didn't work. With every reassuring sentence she gave me, I came up with three more worrying thoughts that circled around my head. Mix in my embarrassment in front of Shawn and being late for my lecture, my leg bounced throughout the whole hour and a half, with the girl sitting next to me only glaring at me once when my knee hit the bottom of the table.