Coffee?

It's Autumn, your favorite season. The crisp smell of grass and coffee there's just something about that, you don't know what is you just love it.

Turning your head to face the window, your glasses resting perfectly on your small nose, you sigh..'alone again' you think to yourself looking back down at your book and laptop. A few minutes had passed since you had ordered your coffee. You stand, adjusting your clothes as you push in the chair. Small talk is heard in this small café you had forgotten the name of. Strangely enough, the one thing your ears are fixed on are the frustrated groans coming from a table across from yours. Finally approaching the counter, you ask the barista about your drink, she hands it to you. Turing back around you make eye contact with the man making those sounds. Sitting back down, with drink in hand, taking a small drink you notice he's looking at you. Setting down the black coffee cup, you decide it's polite to flash him a small smile, in exchange he does the same.

After a few more minutes, you hear footsteps approach, stopping infront of the table, looking you don't want to seem weird so you start at his feet. High tops with wings in the side and there silver..hm..odd, blue skinny jean..better not be no douchebag, white t-shirt and a green hoodie..'not bad of an outfit' you think to yourself. Now, this is where you know..his face. Square chin slightly stubbled, normal nose, his eyes..you can't forget his eyes..deep blue eyes nicely behind glasses that rest on the bridge of his nose, black hair that swoops down the the right, covering some of his forehead. He finally spoke with the hint of an accent from North Carolina, "Are you any good with computers? Oh and the names Link."