short story 2. "hi, i'm mitch" series (scomiche fan fic).
Coffee Shop Cutie
It was 7 AM on a Monday morning. I was seated at my usual table in Starbucks, in the corner, beside the glass wall, sipping on my freshly brewed coffee and eating gluten-free pastries. I usually don’t get out of bed before 8 AM but I had a meeting in an hour and I cannot miss my morning coffee. I was reading a book to pass the time and got so engrossed in it that I didn’t notice him enter the shop.
"One grande iced white chocolate mocha, please," he said to the barista.
There was something in his voice that sounded so… sexy. I looked up from my book and saw a tall guy dressed in a hoodie, sweat pants and running shoes. I could only see the right side of his face but he had blonde hair and a pale face. I hope his face matches his voice. I was pretty sure the barista was trying to flirt. I’ve been coming to this shop for a year and I know her, and I know that she was on flirt mode. She was smiling more than necessary and was making small talk. Maybe he really is cute.
I watched him as he waited for his drink. Too bad, they didn’t shout his name. Probably because he was already standing there and nobody else was in line. He then made this way to the table beside mine and sat across from me. He put on his earphones and started sipping his coffee. I tried to make out his name from the cup but I couldn’t see it. He was looking outside, as if in deep thought.
Both of our tables had two chairs each but neither of us had company, so I had a full view of him. He had obviously just come from a run or jog. His hair was slightly ruffled and his face was a little sweaty, just enough for it to look as if it was glistening. His nose was a little pointed and his lips were a pale pink. He had a few days’ growth of beard running on either side of his jaws to his chin. He wasn’t fat nor was he thin. His clothes were a little loose - I couldn’t tell if he had muscle-y shoulders or arms or abs or thighs. Lord, I hope he does. That would so match his pretty face. Mommy likey.
I would’ve stayed just to look at him longer but didn’t want to risk getting late for my meeting. I gathered my things, got up and walked out the door. He didn’t even glance at me when I walked past him. I hope I run into this cutie again some time.
The following morning, I arrived in Starbucks at 8:30, which was usually the time I got there. I ordered my usual and proceeded to my favorite spot. That’s when I noticed that the cutie from the previous day was seated on the same spot. It must be destiny. I placed the tray on my table and tried to get comfortable. Cutie from yesterday was wearing basically the same thing, just in different colors. He also seemed to have the same drink. We are so meant to be - sitting on the same spots, having a signature drink. He appeared more relaxed this morning, probably because he’s had more than enough time to rest after his run. I wonder if he got in here the same time.
Before I could probably learn any more information from observing him, he got up and headed out the door. Just my luck. I watched him walk out the shop and cross the street. I tried to look where he was headed but a bus passed by. By the time the bus was out of view, so was he. Damn.
That night, I tossed and turned in bed, my mind occupied with the coffee shop cutie. I barely slept but I set my alarm for 7 AM. I was on a mission.
I had to drag my sorry ass out of bed the next day, having had only a few hours of sleep. But that’s what the coffee for is, right? I rushed and tried to get extra pretty, hoping that I’d see him again.
When I got to Starbucks at 7:35, he was already on the counter, placing his order. I stood behind him and eavesdropped. Yes, I know, but who wouldn’t, right? Again, I was on a mission. To do what, exactly, I wasn’t sure. But I did know that I wanted to somehow interact with him.
"One grande iced white chocolate mocha to go, please." My face fell. Why universe? Why do you hate me?
"Scott, right?" said Esther, the flirty barista. I couldn’t see her face since his back was blocking my view but I could tell that Esther was smiling extra wide. One, okay universe, I’m sorry I said that. Thank you for letting me know his name. Two, Scott sounds nice. Three, Esther, stop it.
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