Edit 1: 19/09/2018
Edit 2: 28/02/2023
5th December 2020, 07:59
"Thanks Rosemary," I smiled at the waitress who always served me coffee in the morning.
"No problem! I hope you enjoy it!" She said with a bright smile. She always has so much energy in the morning. I envy her.
I carefully made my way to the corner of the coffee shop to sit by the coffee shop window, placing my ceramic mug on the shelf and sitting down on the small, brown, leather stool.
And here I sit, with a mug of hot coffee in my rough, dry hands, staring out into the bleak city of London. The steam from my coffee swirled above the mug and stuck to the coffee shop window, obscuring my view from the world beyond the glass at eight in the morning.
Wiping the glass with my sleeve, I looked out to the bustling street of London. My weather guess yesterday was correct, but my hope was not heard for there was another fresh layer of the bothersome snow.
Sometimes, I myself don't know why I seem to have a burning hatred for the cold substance, but my disgust stands strong.
Luckily, the roads and pavements had been gritted, so hopefully no humiliating moments can happen to me. I don't care if it happens to others, though.
Gently, I brought the cup of coffee up to my parched lips, taking a slow sip of the scorching hot liquid, feeling it burn its way down my body.
Once again, I heard that euphonious thud of the coffee cup making contact with the dry wood.
I wonder if I'll see-
There he is.
In front of the coffee shop window stood a shivering Sage in a dark blue hoodie. How many hoodies does he own and in what colour?
He smiled at me with his hands stuffed in his jeans' pockets. Slightly smiling back, I brokenly nodded at him, unsure of my own movements.
I watched Sage as he quickly shuffled to the entrance of the coffee shop, nearly breaking the door off it's hinges with the force he opened it with. Rosemary looked like she was about to have a heart attack.
Turning back around, I watched my coffee while waiting for Sage to come and sit by me. After a minute, I finally felt a cold presence beside me. Lifting my head up to the side, I met eyes with Sage who clutched onto his cup of coffee like it was a lifeline.
"How come you're so cold today?" I asked, watching him carefully sit on the stool, refusing to place his mug down while doing so.
"I didn't dress up warm enough. You care about me?" Sage cheekily asked while I merely tutted.
"How big is your ego?" I deadpanned, not wanting an answer.
"Very big," Sage replied with a wink.
Did he just? He did. Did he?
"Did you just?" I queried, tilting my head, trying to decide if he did.
"Yes. Yes I did. Now I regretti," Sage spoke nodding dejectedly.
"What the actual? First of all, I despise you and your ego and innuendos. Second of all, regrettii? Want some spaghetti?" I said with a very judgemental face, but a light tone to let him know I wasn't really reproaching him.
"Yes?" He half asked in response.
"Yes what? Yes you want spaghetti?" I clarified, the corner's of my mouth tugging up in amusement.
"I don't know. I just felt like I had to answer with something," Sage admitted with a light chuckle, causing the slightest smile to appear on my lips.
"Anyway. Last night, I thought long and hard," he began nonchalantly, taking a sip of his coffee while I stared at him, not knowing what to think of this boy.
"I can't tell if you're being innocent or not cause you did, kinda, make a sexual innuendo so..." I pointed out.
"What? Oh, Shit! No! That was not a sexual innuendo! God, no!" Sage shouted in embarrassment, then proceeded to choke on his coffee. Meanwhile, I watched his display in open amusement. I didn't imagine my question would garner such a strong response.
"You thought long and hard..." I continued for him with the slightest smile, getting Sage back on track.
"Okay, so. Yeah. I thought long and hard. So. I agree with you, I was thinking-" he began, becoming animated.
"I don't care what you think, even if it's the same as me. That was a moment of my time where I lost composer. I just talked and didn't think," I curtly interrupted Sage, small smile gone as I began glaring into my cup.
Yesterday. Why did I loose my composure so much? Was it because of the death of Alizerin?
I'm normally a closed off type of person, but yesterday, I let my thoughts out. Out to Sage even! I'm an idiot. He probably thinks I'm some strange person who can't keep her cool around others because of fifty one people I don't even know. I don't even care what he thinks about me! God, this coffee is great. Why do I care if Sage thinks negatively about me? I guess it would be nice to have someone who doesn't see me as a creep around London... my butt's starting to hurt from this stool, it's never hurt before.
"Uh, Xandra?" Sage called out to me while waving his hand in front of my face like everyone does when the person they are talking to is just staring out into space. I slapped his hand away.
"Don't to that." I demanded with a scowl.
"Sorry, it's just it looked like you weren't listening," Sage apologised awkwardly.
"That's because I wasn't," I responded with a tiny smirk.
"Oh. You're very blunt, you know that?" Sage pointed out, leaning on the table in front of us.
"You don't think I don't know my own self? Of course I know I'm blunt! That's how I get by with people like you," I harshly replied, becoming irritated at myself, which unfortunately meant Sage would face the brunt of that irritation.
"People like me? Care to elaborate?" Sage queried, raising an eyebrow at me.
"No I don't care to, but I will." I harshly replied, turning to face him for the first time since he sat down, a white knuckle grip on my mug.
How did I go from a being in such a good mood, smiling and bantering with Sage one moment, only to turn into this seething, raging monster. What's worse, it was anger towards myself, but I just HAVE to take it out on Sage for no good reason.
"People like you. People where you have to spell the answer out to them because God knows why otherwise they wont understand." I ranted, my clasp on the cup becoming stronger. I chide myself for taking my anger out on Sage, and yet I don't stop myself. How pathetic of me.
"That's a bit harsh, don't you think?" Sage mumbled, looking a tad hurt with what I said.
"I don't need things spelt out for me. Are you on your per-" he indignantly replied, about to to go somewhere no one should go.
"Don't. You. Dare! Don't even think about asking if I'm on my period! Sometimes females are moody or annoyed because of reasons other than a period! Stop assuming!" I all but shouted at him, probably causing a scene in my favourite coffee shop in London.
"Um, sorry to interrupt, but is everything okay over here?" Rosemary asked, popping up beside me, looking at Sage. Rosemary knows I'm not one to cause a ruckus so obviously she's going to think it's Sage's fault... which it was...not.
"No, Rosemary, we're okay, sorry for causing a scene" I reassured the brunette waitress apologetically, watching her as she walked back behind the counter while keeping a close eye on me and Sage.
Even though it was only me and Sage in the coffee shop as customers, no one's going to want to come in to hear a young adult arguing about periods first thing.
"I'm sorry. I didn't get enough sleep so I'm a bit cranky right now," I said, lying about why I was moody to justify my outburst.
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed. We all have those days where we just have had enough with everything," Sage said with a nod in understanding.
"We're both sorry. Problem solved. How has your morning been?" I asked, changing the subject swiftly, inwardly trying to calm myself down.
"Uh, just got whiplash from the sudden topic change, but I'm fine thanks. How's yours? Before I came," Sage added, cringing at the thought of my outburst a moment ago.
"It's been fine," I curtly replied.
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29/02/2023 A/N: What purpose does this chapter hold? Oh well, I'll keep it 😂.
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