Christening The House

Love... And... Latte...

At the Coffee Cafe ---------

“Here you go, sir, one caramel latte, just as you like it”

He smiles up at me, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“Call me Arthit, please”

I grin.

“I am Kongpob”


He has been coming, every day from the past week, ordering the same thing..... sitting at the same table.... for hours, typing away on his laptop.


Curious, I asked

“So what brings you here every day ??”

Running his fingers through his messy chocolate hair, he sighs.

“My house is under renovation. I come here to work. it’s…quieter here”

His vibrant hazel eyes on mine, he smiles, a beautiful dimpled smile

“And I like your coffee too”

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Every day, we talk a little.

Arthit is a writer and is currently working on his new Novel.

I know he is single.....

lives alone.....

Enjoys the same music I do.....

And loves his lattes.....

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He knows I am single too, part time working as a barista while studying to be an I.T. Tech.

I know that, when He tugs at his hair..... He is frustrated.

That crease in his brow means.... He is thinking about something.

Every chance I have.....

I observe him....

learn about him....

Yearn for him.....

I carefully draw HIM onto the foam of his cup of latte.....

Every line deliberate.

A quirked brow with that smile means.....

He is surprised.

“Thanks”

I smile, blushing a little.

“You are welcome”

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Placing his latte and a plate on his table, I mumble

“Happy birthday, Arthit”

His eyes flicker between the cake and me.

“How did you know ??”

My cheeks burn as I stutter...

“Umm...... I googled you”

Quirking a brow, he grins 

“You googled me ??”

I nod, wondering why the hell I had admitted to that.

Curiosity had gotten the best of me, wanting to know if I had read any of his work. When I saw it was his birthday today, I was ecstatic.