The café never served iced coffees perfectly, either it was too bitter nor too sweet, nevertheless it was still a coffee.
The iced coffee this day served was too bitter, not enough sweetness crept in its flavor.
I still drank the drink as I have spent half of my allowance of this day for a combo of an iced coffee and two donuts, enough to fill my meal...for the day—I think.
The café have always played just the perfect tunes to set the mood of productivity, although I do sometimes enjoy my playlists, enough jazz and acoustics helped a lot.
I guess one thing I have always loved about this place is the ambiance, the mood, the feel. It has always been my runaway place (thank God for this café as it is open 24/7), I'd be here mostly at mornings but sometimes I'd spend the whole evening here.
The staffs probably recognized me and maybe established me as being their regular. Some already do memorized my order and some would smile and mutter "Welcome back!" right before they take my order.
It has always been like this, them taking my order, me opening up my laptop just for me to watch anything my mood. Usually the place was deserted, just me and my shallow emotions I can't hide.
This day, however, was different. I came in then they took my order, as usual, however, at my same spot, there goes this...dude. Scrambling something over his laptop, and from the looks of him, he looks flushed moreover stressed.
I sat near him near the corner as I can't stand to sit anywhere else besides near there. He doesn't seem to notice as he had all his attention on his work.
"Shit," I heard him cursed, I shrugged it off, tried my best not to look at his way as I don't want his attention on me.
"Shit." I heard him say once more, this time forcefully clicking the mouse multiple times.
He then sighed loudly, with a little groan at the end. Placing his hands on his eyes, a sign of defeat.
He rushed up, sat right up straight, clicking the power button again and again. Under his breath, he whispered, "Again."
I softly chuckled, enough for him not to hear, or he would notice I have all my attention on him the whole time.
I shrugged, let him mind his own business as I have mine, watching whatever series I want. Friends was this day's chosen series, my tenth re-run of the show.
I played the show, sipped in on my coffee, tried my best not to laugh out loud but my shallow emotion could nt handle the gags of the show.
I did laughed, a little loud, enough not to be heard in the place—I mean except the fact that the only people here are the staff (which was used to me laughing) and this boy beside me.
I noticed the boy glanced at me, eyeing me from his peripheral vision. I shrugged, looked at him and gave my won't-happen-again look. I was not used to talking, atleast here in this place, but then this new boy seems to be distracted by me laughing.
I then focused my attention on the show, this time a line gave me a what-can-be-described-as-heart-attack and left out a huge laugh, enough for everyone to look at me. The staff smiled, I smiled back, they knew what my deal was. Same goes for the guy beside me, he was staring at me, examining what I was watching.
"Is that friends?"
I jolted, surprised at his sudden question. The softness in his voice right now is definitely different from the ones I heard a while back.
"Yes," I answered. "I'm sorry, I may be distracting you."
He flashed a smile, that darn smile, a smile which can everybody be attracted to in a snap.
"Don't be, I know how funny that show is," he muttered. "are you watching for the first time?"
I paused, overwhelmed at how he–maybe–wanted to keep the conversation going.
"Nope, tenth times." I answered, expecting a shocked face but instead was greeted with a challenging taunt.
"Ha! I'm on 15th." he had this chin-up poise and an 'I win!' face.
"Good for you." I said and giggled a little. We then stared at each other, waiting for each to say atleast a word.
Now that I have looked at him, I do find him...cute. His almond brown eyes, the perfect boop-able (wtf is boop-able), lips that are as plump as a cherry and the perfect jawline that can cut anybody.
"This man can easily make anybody like him." I thought.
"So..." I snapped back at his words, realizing I have been staring for too long. "I got to go, I think I'm very late." His soft voice hinted a sad one, or maybe it was all in my head.
"Sure," I said not sure what to say next.
"See you?" He said, ready to leave anytime.
"See you." I answered back.
I was not sure when will I see him again as I have only seen him this time. He waved goodbye and I waved back.
Again, he flashed that smile. As if on cue, the butterflies went crazy. I sipped on my coffee, but this time the taste was sweeter than before.
