Jamilton - The Coffee Shop

Chapter 3

Two days later I decided to finally go back to the coffee shop after a long needed break from that beautiful god damn face.

But what the hell was I going to do this time in order to make him actually in love with me? I tried to think of a million different things I could do to make him fall in love for me while I was brushing my teeth, taking a shower and getting dressed.

Almost every second of my morning was spent just thinking about.. Him. Why did I like him so god damn much? Was it his hair..? Was it his beautiful smiled? Was it his build? God...Fucking dammit.

I slipped on a nice outfit, not realizing that I subconsciously I was totally trying to impress the fuck out of him. But how the hell could i even do that? He's a beautiful guy that works at a coffee shop, and I'm a college student that isn't even close to paying off my loans. He's probably able to just skip paying them off since he's so stunning.

When I got my bag I rushed out the door, scoffing and shaking my head every time I thought about him. Almost everything made me think about him.

The way he smiled was just.. so perfect; and the fact that he smiled at me with his own intention of doing so...? Fuck..

I turned the key and started to the car, slamming the door and nearly slamming my foot in it.

This time I turned on the radio, only to turn it off after I recognized the song. Of course it was a fucking love song.

When I arrived I parked, noticing that there were almost no cars. I looked into the mirror and frowned when I realized I had forgotten to put my hair up. "Great, Now I look fucking disgusting and lazy." I mumbled, dragging my sleeves down to check for a hair tie; which of course, I didn't have.

Who cares, it's not like he'll be focusing on how I even look anyways. He's got other things to worry about like making coffee, and looking fucking gorgeous.

I walked into the same old place, going to the counter. There wasn't a line today which I smiled at but when I saw him smiling back at me, my smile turned into a nervous one realll quick.

"What would you like today sir?" He asked me, keeping eye contact with me.

"Erm... how about just an iced coffee, I'll add the sugar." I smiled, scattering for my wallet.

"Alright, will that be it sir?" He kept smiling, looking at me as I got the money out. God dammit my hands were shaking.

"Y-Yeah yeah that'll be all." I tried to smile back, but it probably looked terrible.

"Alright, that'll be $3.75 please."

I handed him a five, tapping my fingers on the counter. When he insisted on handing me my change and shook my head.

"Keep the change." I smiled, receiving a worried but thankful look from him.

"Are you sure? You really don't have to." He chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sure." I smiled awkwardly, trying to be nice.

"Thank you sir, it really means a lot. Even if it's only a dollar and 25 cents." He snickers, smiling wide at me. I chuckled back, biting the inside of my mouth when he started to make the coffee for me.

Was it obvious that I was trying too hard..?  Was it obvious that I was madly in love with him? Oh god.. I hope not.

By the time I was overthinking everything, he had given me the coffee and smirked.

"Enjoy!" He said, leaving me to say thank you and then walking to the usual table I always sat at.

When I sat down, I got my laptop out and took a sip from the drink, only to find a piece of paper taped to the cup. When I looked at it... it had a number on it.

249-760-7522

"Oh god..." I mumbled out, my face burning up. When I looked at him, he was on his phone, whistling and smiling.

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