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6. coffee dates?

(april 2019)

willow

I step out of the shower, wrapping my towel around my hair and I start to brush my teeth.

I wanted to wake up at 8 so I'd have plenty of time to get ready for Awsten, however somehow I missed the alarm and woke up at 9:45, leaving me an hour and 15 minutes to get ready. And I'm literally the slowest person on earth, so love that.

I quickly wash my face (I'm a whore for skincare) and I unwrap my hair from the towel, seeing the long, dirty blonde curls fall out. I brush my hair, throw on some light makeup, and look through my closet for an outfit. I suck at picking out clothes, it takes me a good 20 minutes which unfortunately I do not have. I settle on a tight black shirt and ripped mom jeans. When in doubt, small shirt and big pants. That's my rule.

I pick a few necklaces as a final touch and look at myself in the mirror. Not bad. I still had at least 5 minutes before Awsten got here.

I really didn't know how I felt about Awsten. Yeah, we've been talking for about two weeks now, and I definitely call him a friend. He's easy to talk to, and it's never awkward or forced. My best friend Nora is convinced there's something going on, and though I've said otherwise, she won't back down. Gotta love Nora.

My other best friend, Leila, has been really sweet about everything ever since I told her about Awsten. Leila's my go-to feelings friend, she literally could be my therapist. She told me I should wait for an actual relationship until I'm completely ready since my last relationship was ugly. Both of them think I "like" Awsten, which is kinda unhelpful.

I hear a knock on my apartment door and take a quick deep breath. I open the door to see a smiling Awsten holding a bouquet of green and white flowers.

"No fucking way, you brought me flowers?" I ask in disbelief, taking them from his hand.

He shrugged, looking embarrassed. "I thought you'd like them."

I grab a vase from a cabinet and fill it with water, putting the flowers gently in the glass. "Are you kidding? I love them."

I grab my phone and my purse and follow Awsten out the door to his car.

When we pulled up to the coffee shop, my jaw actually dropped. It was gorgeous. There were plants everywhere, pretty lights, and the ambiance was fucking incredible.

"Would this be what you meant by good coffee?" Awsten smiled proudly as he led me in.

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

We order drinks and head to a table in the corner, far away from the rest of the shop.

As I was settling in my seat, I heard Awsten ask me a question.

"How old are you?"

I snort and laugh quietly. "25."

"Are you actually 25 or are you turning 26 soon?"

"My birthday was the 4th so I'm actually 25," I respond, smiling.

"Tight. I'm actually 27."

"I know that, Awsten."

"Oh yeah, I forgot my whole shitty life is out on the internet for everyone to see," he says, rolling his eyes.

Leaning back in his chair, he studies my face. His eyes are beautiful, one eye a hazel-green and the other a hazel-blue. They're mesmerizing to look into.