Twisted Therapy

Chapter 3

Grace Morgan's POV

The coffee shop was decorated with a modern and minimalist aesthetic. The walls were painted a calming shade of light gray, accented with pops of color from abstract artwork. Sleek metal chairs and tables were strategically placed around the room, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere.

Soft jazz music played in the background, adding to the ambiance of the space. The smell of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, tempting customers to order another cup. As patrons chatted quietly at their tables, the baristas behind the counter worked diligently. The overall vibe of the coffee shop was one of tranquility and warmth, making it the perfect spot for me to relax and catch up with Amber.

We took a seat by the window, enjoying the natural light streaming in and the view of the bustling street outside. I took the menu from the table and scanned the options, eager to try one of their specialty drinks. Amber leaned in and whispered, "I heard their caramel macchiato is to die for." I nodded in agreement, excited to indulge in a delicious treat.

As I walked up to the counter, I couldn't help but notice the intricate latte art on the drinks being served to other customers. The barista smiled at me and asked for my order.

"Two caramel macchiatos," I said, wanting both Amber and me to have a taste of what everyone was raving about.

"Great choice," I heard a deep, heavy voice beside me say. Startled, I turned to see a man standing next to me, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I would love to try the caramel macchiato," he added with a smile.

He was tall with a well-defined jawline, and his dark hair was perfectly styled. His chiseled features and piercing blue eyes made him incredibly attractive. There was an air of confidence about him that was undeniably appealing. Those glasses he was wearing added an intellectual touch to his overall appearance, giving him an air of sophistication. I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my stomach as I handed the barista my credit card for payment.

"I heard it's their trending drink." I said, trying to strike up a conversation. He chuckled and nodded in agreement. I couldn't help but wonder if he was a regular at this coffee shop, given his confidence in recommending a specific drink.

I realized I needed to get out of my daydream and focus on the task at hand, but his presence was undeniably distracting. As I waited for my drink, I couldn't help but steal glances in his direction, hoping to catch his eye again.

"I'm kind of new in town and looking for recommendations," he added, flashing a friendly smile. His easygoing demeanor made me feel more at ease in this unfamiliar place.

"Really?" I replied, feeling excited about the chance to talk. "I'd be happy to help you out with some local favorites," I offered, eager to engage in a friendly exchange with this charming stranger.

As our conversation continued, I found myself enjoying his company more and more. We talked about our favorite coffee shops and restaurants, and we even shared some funny stories about navigating a new city. Before I knew it, my drink was ready, but I wasn't quite ready to say goodbye just yet. I felt like I knew him for so long.

"Do you want to continue this chat over a cup of coffee?" he asked with a grin.

"I'm actually here with my friend," I replied, gesturing towards my friend, who was patiently waiting nearby.

"Maybe we can exchange numbers and meet up another time?" He suggested.

My mind went blank as I thought about Derek and how he doesn't like me to meet male friends without him present. Derek is even suspicious of me every time I go out to do chores. If Derek finds me texting a stranger and meets up with him, Derek would really kill me. I quickly made up an excuse about needing to leave soon and politely declined, feeling a pang of disappointment as I walked away.