Meet Me in NYC

A Coffee Date?

Coffee. That's the first thing I smell when I shift back to my consciousness from sleep. I deeply inhale and blink my eyes open until my vision is no longer blurry and i get up to wash my face and get ready so I no longer feel groggy.

Today was my first day in NYC and I couldn't help but feel overjoyed to see what awaits me in this sidewalk jungle. 

"Hey coffee and breakfast are ready courtesy of your very best friend" Quincy says peeking in through the door with her classic cheeky grin.

"Thanks Quince!" I say throwing on a thin lavender pullover and hopping into flowery maxi skirt. This is okay for summer day right? I slide my feet into my platform ankle boots and grab my purse heading for the kitchen.

"You got any plans today Quince?" I inquire as I grab my iced coffee on the island and take a seat.

"Nope, I'm literally gonna online shop all day for some decor for the apartment and some cute clothes. Is it bad to want to stay in since it's our first day here haha" Quincy laughs digging into her waffles.

"Of course not, some people just prefer indoors" I say shrugging "Okay well I'm just going to draw at the cafe downstairs for a bit for the afternoon, okay?"

"No probs! Shoot me a text when you're free so we can go out to dinner at that fancy pizza place I've heard about in Manhattan"

"Ooh fancy, Kk will do. Bye!" I say rapidly before I close the door behind me walking down the hallway towards the lobby.

I walk out the apartment building to smell the pungent scent of cigarettes and taxi gasoline hearing the bustling people chatting away as they make their way to their destinations. The flower shop adding a vibrant color to the scene as the clear sky compliments it. New York makes me nostalgic for a life I've never lived.

I walk into the cafe as the door alerts the surrounding with a jingle. It's pretty empty here, most likely since it's pretty early in the morning.

I find a spot in the corner under the warm ambient lighting surrounded with lush plants. I wonder if they're fake. I place my bag down and take out my computer and set up my area. I walk up to the counter and order a croissant to compliment my coffee.

As soon as my pencil comes in contact with the paper I'm lost in my own thought and the flow of creation. Jingles of people coming in and going out, quiet conversations, and the wafting smell of espresso all blurred out in my concentration.

I take another sip of my coffee but nothing is left. I get up absent-mindedly to throw away my cup in the trash. As I'm walking back to my seat I'm thrust against a rigid  wall but realize I have bumped into a human being at full force feeling warm liquid seeping into my lavender top. I look at my now coffee stained shirt and up to the person who had committed this crime. "Shit, Fuck" they utter. The voice is recognizable but hypnotizingly deep. I look ou at the owner of this voice. Timothee Chalamet.  The A-List actor and most beautiful person I have ever come to know was just standing there. His face morphs into instant shock and his hazel green eyes widen as he opens his mouth to speak. I get ready to be berated with insults for bumping into such a celebrity. I just want to tell him how much I adore him.

"Oh my god I am so sorry!" He exclaims rapidly looking me up and down "Did I burn you?!? Here lemme go buy u another shirt right now, I also can get you a cab home and make up for it please don't be mad" He says wincing as though about to receive a scolding from me?
"Haha no you're all good, really. It's only A little stain and I barely felt it"
"Well come on, let me get you a coffee to at least make up for it" He insists
A coffee from Timothee Chalamet? Fuck yes.