Professor Stan - Yes Sir

Coffee Break

Walking in you noticed a familiar face, Riley, one of your old friends who went your high school. You lost touch due to your parents, bad investment, your dad forbid you from ever seeing her again.

"Hello stranger", she muttered from behind the counter, coming round to meet you at the front door.

"Since uh when did you work here missy", you sniggered, reaching your arms out giving the girl a hug.

"Since my parents kicked me out and I have to support myself", Riley looked to the floor embarrassed to admit the fact.

This was the reason you two became friends in the first place, shared family issues. One would completely underhand the other when shit went down. You both knew how it felt to be let down by the people who should love you the most in the world. Living with your parents was the hardest part, you couldn't rebel against anything. But now you were free of them, maybe you could rekindle your friendship.

"Oh Riley I'm so sorry, if only I knew", you reached out for her hand, reassuring that you were here for her now, "still the same number?".

"Yeah, we need to keep in touch!", she said walking behind the counter to make your drink.

You scanned the room for a quiet table, finding one in the back near a window. Riley joined you for a while whilst she was on her break, catching up with you, finding out everything that had happened since you last spoke. Everything but your secret fling with your Professor.

After a while, you finished your drink and she finished her drink, heading back to work. While waiting for your drink, you went over to the stacks of books, searching for a new read. The shelves held anything from horror to Shakespeare. Your fingertips traced over the hard backs, then over the soft ones. Feeling frustrated you'd read almost anything you would be remotely interested in.

Turning around to go back to your seat, you were faced with a familiar presence. In front of you stood Sebastian, coffee in one hand and hardcore literature in the other. You smiled at the man standing before you, feeling at home in his existence.

"Hello there sweet", he said, smiling back down at you, making you feel warm inside.

"Oh how happy I am to see you, I'm bored with my own company at the moment, I've been abandoned by all my friends", you muttered.

"I'm happy to see you too, when I saw your gorgeous little figure from across the shop, I couldn't help but come over".

"Whilst you're here would you like to join me?", you giggled looking up at his tall frame.

As it was a Sunday, he was dressed casual. Wearing jeans and a tee, looking handsome as ever. You couldn't help but miss his suit and tie though.

"I'd love to, I was actually planning on setting a new assignment, I can help you with it", he made quotation marks with his hands.

Walking him over to your table he sat down beside you, not too close to be suspicious, but close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of him. He pulled the laptop from his briefcase, he carried that thing everywhere. Always being prepared incase he landed in a coffee shop like this, being a professor meant he was constantly replying to emails.

"So how often do you come here", you asked wondering if he was a regular like you.

"I like to come here around this time of day when it's quiet, what about you doll?", he muttered taking a sip of his coffee.

Riley had brought both of your drinks over, not even realising you were sat together, too overloaded with the amount of customers coming in. People often flooded in on a Sunday afternoon, craving social interaction before work started off again on Monday morning.