My Eunoia

Wait what

Katalina pov :

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to come in while no one was in here," I say while slowly walking back towards the door. "I didn't ask you that," he said sternly, "I asked what did you want to eat or drink". "Oh well I'm sort of kind of really early to my class so I came by to grab a coffee," I said quietly. He didn't say anything he just went straight into making my cup of coffee, which caught me off guard because I didn't tell him what kind I wanted. Once he finished he handed it to me and I asked why didn't he ask me for what kind I wanted. He simply stated that he just took a hunch and gave me the same kind that he drinks.

"Wait what?" I said with a confused face. He rolled his eyes as I asked my question and he said "You girls are all the same, that's why. You see a hot guy behind a counter and you all say the same thing, it's always ill have the same thing you like. It gets annoying really" he said with a smirk. My mouth was open slightly as I looked around the cafe shop in shock. I didn't say anything I just took a sip of the coffee. I let the coffee sit in my mouth for a few seconds before swallowing it. "This um, well how do I put this," I say while spinning the coffee in the cup. I look up to see him smirking at me before saying "this is the worst coffee I have ever had". His smirk drops and forms a what the hell type of face. I snort lightly as I pay for the coffee and walk out of the store.

In all of my 19 years of living, I have never met a boy as self-centered as the one I had just encountered. I try to not let that encounter ruin my whole day and walk to my class. Once my class finished I felt relieved as I think I passed my test. Luckily that was my only class for the day but I needed to finish a group project with a couple of classmates. We finished the project at around five in the afternoon. My house was about thirty minutes away so I really don't mind walking. Somedays that's the only workout I can fit into a day anyway.

While walking home I like to try and relax my mind because I know that as soon as I walk into my house ill have to put on a fake smile like always. I wish I could pinpoint what actually makes me sad and what actually gives me all these thoughts but I just can't, that's what I hate most about it. Every night I cry and once I catch myself crying I can't even say why I'm crying. As I was walking home I suddenly hear a loud rumble like noise and look beside me and see him. The coffee shop dude was just looking at me from his car just smiling at me. "Oh no," I catch myself saying while forcing a smile and looking at him.

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