Coffeshop

Counter and Coffee

Leigh's P.O.V

I heard the chime as someone entered. He was wearing his hoodie. Maybe some weird, mysterious guy, I thought. He made his way to the counter and, soon, had lean on there to wait.

I picked up my phone and read Riley's message asking me for another five minutes. Pouting, I looked outside and observed the sky. And a strange feeling hits me as if someone's watching me. My gaze fell unto the boy once more and found him looking at me. For a split seconds, our eyes locked. He looks so familiar as if I've seen him before.

Nah, maybe he just looks like someone.

I looked away immediately, avoiding another eye contact. First, he's creeping me out. Second, there's something about him.

I wanna get lost in his eyes.

Get a grip, I told myself.

"Leigh," the barista called out my name, placing my orders at the counter behind the boy. I looked at my phone once more to read Riley's message telling me to meet her at the bus stop instead. Great, good thing I ordered hers already.

I clutched my bag and headed to the counter. The guy just continually stare at me as I get closer. I slightly smiled at him.

"Excuse me," I said, nodding at him. But he didn't move. I looked over his sides to see him wearing earphones.

He's cute.

Oh no, just get the coffee now.

"Excuse me," I repeated, this time slower like I'm mouthing at him. "I'm in a hurry."