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Coffee Shop: A short story - April 3rd 2018, 08:40 PM

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“Wow! Oops… um hello!” I say with an obvious blush. The boy in front of me turned around, smiling awkwardly and adorably, brushing a strand of light brown hair out of his eyes. “Hey!” I watched as he bit his lip and I felt my cheeks heat up more. I nervously tug on my grey sweater, not sure whether to say anything else or to remain silent. The boy then spoke once more.
‘So, do you come here often?”
I giggled again. How can such a cute boy use such an old and overused pick-up line? Yet… it seemed to match him completely. I nodded and replied to his question, saying, “Yeah. I come here every morning to get my usual.” He smiled and tilted his head. “Is that so? I do the same. We must come at different times though, for I haven’t seen you until today.” I nod in agreement. “Yeah, that must be it.”
We waited in line for several minutes before he reached the counter.
“Your usual, Max?” The barista asked the boy, who obviously was Max. He nodded and paid the young girl a twenty, telling her to keep the change. He scooted to the side to allow me to order.
“Ah, you. What would you like?” She asked me. I could tell she was eyeing Max, but I ignored it and ordered, paying the girl a ten, exact change.
I turned to see Max staring at me, but he acted like he was looking at the menu. I smiled softly and noticed that he was saving a seat at his table. He nodded and stood up, pulling the chair out for me to sit. I sat down and bit my lip, twirling my fingers in my lap.
“So, what is your name?” He asked.
“Lily.”
Max smiled and winked playfully. “Beautiful name. I’m Max.”
I blushed and began stuttering, a habit I have when I feel flattered. “T-thanks..! Yours too.”
I realized my mistake. I began correcting myself, while making a fool of myself at the same time. Meanwhile, Max was laughing and stood up to get our drinks.
Crap… Well, at least I haven’t scared him away yet.
“You like pumpkin spice?” Max asked as he handed me my drink. I looked up from my lap and nodded. “Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m kind of stereotypical, heh. I love anything that is pumpkin spice.”
He chuckled and tilted his head. “Same. I actually ordered a pumpkin spice latte with extra whip and a touch of peppermint. When I heard you order something similar, I knew I had to get to know you.”
He couldn’t have said anything else to make me choke on my drink. I started coughing, eyes watery. My coughing fit lasted a few seconds. “O-oh? Well, that’s great, I-I think.” I laughed nervously, my throat hurting somewhat. Max smiled and looked at me, a wondering look on his face. I looked back at him, not sure what to do. I looked away and blushed for what must’ve been the hundredth time.
“So, what kind of music do you like?” I asked, hoping to break the silence. I placed my hand on the table, resting my head in my other hand. His eyes lit up and he began speaking. “Oh wow, where do I begin? I listen to all types of music, really, although I prefer classical, alternative, and jazz. Oh, and I play the cello and piano, so that’s good, I guess?” He chuckled and tilted his head. “And you?”
I couldn’t speak. A guy who plays instruments, listens to the same music I do, and loves the same coffee I do is actually talking to me?! And flirting? It was almost too much to handle.
“I-I…”
He smiled and seemed to understand what I was thinking. He stood up, grabbing my hand, and lead me outside. “How about we go for a walk around the park?” He asked. I smiled at Max and nodded, sipping on my drink. “Sure.”
He started walking across the street, but I had to stop and tie my shoe. I looked up after finishing to see him turn to look at me.
Then I saw a splatter of red and a car rushing down the street, along with a sound of pure terror escaping from my lips as I stared at the now mangled body of Max.
Max was gone just like that.
I fell in love, and he fell in love.
But falling in love got him killed.


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Re: Coffee Shop: A short story - April 4th 2018, 02:17 AM

The descriptions in this were really good!


   
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Re: Coffee Shop: A short story - April 4th 2018, 06:04 AM

I agree that the descriptions in this were great! Thank you for sharing.


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Re: Coffee Shop: A short story - April 13th 2018, 03:42 PM

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