Matcha Made in Heaven

Matcha Made in Heaven

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Omar moved to Thistlebrae for peace, quiet, and meticulously brewed coffee. He did not move there to deal with a walking hurricane of red curls, dimples, and matcha-flavoured optimism setting up shop directly across the street. Em (short for Emeraude, yes really) has one goal: to open her dream matcha café in the cozy Scottish town she's just crash-landed in. She's all pastel menus and plant-based elixirs, until she meets the scowling man behind Grounded, a coffee shop that wears a "F*ck Matcha" sign like a personal vendetta. Their first meeting? Not great. Their second? Worse. Their third? A turf war. But as the café rivalry heats up, so does the tension between the grumpy barista and the matcha fairy across the road. And in Thistlebrae, small towns mean big gossip, and no such thing as keeping your feelings to yourself. P.S. This all began with a tiktok comment. I saw a tiktok about a coffee shop that actually had the "F*ck Matcha" sign behind the counter, and a "Respect the Beans" sign at the door. So my romcom addled brain made me write this comment - "Okay so somebody opens a matcha shop across the road. He hates her with a passion, but he also can't help but notice her passion for matcha. And how her curls perfectly frame her face. And the dimples she gets when she smiles. He keeps going over across the street to pick fights with her and establish bean superiority. Or so he tells himself. Enemies to lovers y'all, somebody write it." That comment got 28.2 thousand likes, and at least 50 people commented something along the lines of "You came up with it, you write it". And so here I am, writing it!
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I met him a long time ago. I've known him for most of my life and out of all people, I've mostly spent my time with him, by his side whether it's the line at the tiny coffee shop around the corner, a seat on an airplane or the place that means the most, the dancefloor. We were kids when we shared the stage for the first time, him 14 and I a mere 13-year-old. Back then it all seemed so simple. Somewhere along the line, he found his way into my days. It was easy. He became my best friend, my shoulder to cry on when the weight got too heavy to carry. For the longest time, he was the rock I leaned on, the person I trusted to lift my feet off the ground and bring me back down safely. As we grew older, not much changed. He and I were one on the dancefloor, a united front with a bond we thought would never be broken. I still trusted him to be there when I reached out and to catch me if I fell. Still no bruising, at least not on the outside for the people watching to see. And there were many curious, expectant eyes. Even more voices to cheer us on and offer their input as to who we were, who we should be and who we were made for. I spent countless hours reading the comments made by people from the other side of the world. How we were magic together, how we were our best selves while connected by a song on the floor. How he looked at me and smiled, how he was never that excited to dance with anybody else or the way it showed that he loved me. It's never that simple in real life, behind the curtains of the stage where the eye of the viewer cannot reach. I often wished I could tell them I saw it too. Just reply to the comment that I felt it when he and I played our roles for a scene, once again made up by someone else. I wished I could tell them I felt it when we were alone, too. Because I did. But life has a funny way of working out. And sometimes, it doesn't work out. DISCLAIMER: This is pure fiction about Sean Lew and Kaycee Rice. None of this is real.

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