Coffee Heart

Second Coffee

Isn't it weird that we have an endless mental conversation with ourselves? I mean, like you're always talking to yourself even though no one knows what you're thinking? Yeah. Just like that. So anyway, here I am, crying my eyeballs out. As I was typing my story in my laptop, I added some deep and emotional scenes my and to my surprise (actually, i'm not), I cried. The scene was just too emotional for me to handle. I can't believe my story can make me cry. Like, wow. I do hope the readers would get touched as much as I was.

I tried getting some sleep, but I couldn't. I've tried many sleeping positions, still no sign of sleepiness. I tried making myself sleep, such as counting backwards from 100 to 1, but it didn't help either. I think I have insomnia. I tried thinking about my family. What are they doing right now? We live in different timezones, though. Did I tell you that I just recently moved here, let's say, less than three weeks ago? What would I be doing right now if I didn't move here? Would I be happy? Would the readers love my story? Why is the world round? Why don't I have any bestfriends?
But then again, coffee is my bestfriend. My only bestfriend. My inanimate lover.

I tied my hair into a messy bun, squeezed into my jeans, got my coat and slipped on my boots. Yes, I am not weird. I am obviously not a weird person who's walking down the streets at 1am. No, I am not a weirdo who's the only hope of getting some sleep is to drink some coffe. Nope. Not this girl. Okay I was just kidding because obviously I am a weird, weird girl. But really, in all seriousness, I love my city at night.

The view is so wonderful. The only thing I hear is the sound my boots make, well except the sounds and beeps of the cars and trucks. It's actually very peaceful here.There are many christmas lights along apartments, houses and even buildings. You can really say that Christmas is in the air.

While I was walking, a teeny-tiny snowflake landed on my nose which made me giggle. The air was cold, but not cold enough to freeze me. I played with the snow for a while, then continued walking. And yep, I can see the coffee shop now, which means in a few minutes, I might be able to get a good night's sleep, or should I say, mornight.

I looked through the glass door, and opened it. A barista once greeted me and I took my order. So far, no one's here. Just me. I ordered a medium sized caramel cappuccino with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles on top.

I sat on my usual seat (the table beside the window). With these dim lights and music they're playing, it's impossible to be all cozied up here. I was currently busy making hearts from the fog on the window, when I heard a voice. I mean, a customers voice, which means, I have company! I am definitely affirmative that I'm not the only one who wants to drink at a coffee shop at 1 in the morning. Hello fellow weirdo.

Okay. Breathe in, breathe out. The other customer, which is the guy I saw the other day, stayed on the same spot where he did the last time I saw him. He's wearing a brown jacket on top and a plain gray shirt. But yeah, basically, we're facing each other. He's smiling at me--grinning to be exact. Smirking. What is he doing? I stared right back at him, with a grossed look upon my face. What the heck, he's staring back! You wanna have a staring contest, aye? Well then.

Seconds passed, we're still staring at each other. I noticed that his drink is a coffee now (I saw it in my peripheral view). Good for him, maybe he realized that the weather's too cold and hot coffee could make him warm. Back to reality, his mouth's forming into a smile again.

I took my coffee, drank some and said, "Hey, excuse me, but didn't you know it's rude to stare?"
He too, drank some of his and answered, "Yes, Miss. I am aware of that."
"Then why are you staring at me?" , I asked him. Tss.
"Nothing, I'm sorry about that. Forgive me?" His eyes are twinkling, like they're trying to tell me something. Oh god.
"I-uh, uhm, s-sure. It's okay, I-I guess." WHY AM I STUTTERING GOD WHAT AM I DOING
"Cutie." , he said and....smiled!

He smiled. HE SMILED. HE SMILED!!! Okay. The genuine smile. That kind of smile you have when you get something you really wanted for a long time. That kind of smile. Do you get me? A very, very, very precious smile.

I tried finishing my coffee without thinking about what happened and I swear, I tried my best not to blush infront of him! Why am I feeling like this? Why am I acting this way infront of him? I couldn't. I couldn't. I shouldn't.

I don't want to like him but there's something inside me that's telling me I should. Why? Why am I like this? I think I remember something but it's... it's blurry. I can't comprehend what it's trying me to think.

In defeat (and anyway, I'm already done),I went home, back to my small, fragile, little flat. Yes, I am desperately hoping to have a good mornight's sleep already. I'll leave all my problems (a.k.a. finishing my story) and ideas for tomorrow. I'll continue them tomorrow, I mean, later. It's later since it's almost 2am now. Okay. Later, I'll finish them all later. But wait, isn't it rude to leave someone whom you've just recently talked to without saying goodbye? I don't even know his name for crying out loud. Sigh. Okay. Tomorrow. I think I'll have solutions by tomorrow. Goodnight.