Strings Attached

The Brew Room

Annie's POV

The day had just begun and I was already running out of energy....

Since it was early morning, I could not expect the breakfast at least for a couple of hours. So, in order to get going, I ordered a black coffee in the kitchen of my floor and made my way to the couch of a cozy brew room that was situated at the center of our floor. Just to divert my mind, I engaged myself in reading the magazine that was kept on the table.

I was completely engrossed in reading when the waiter brought my order. He kept a mug of coffee beside me and I reached my hand to grab it and took a sip.

"Hey! I guess you served me the wrong order.

I asked for a black coffee. This is Latte. But I must say, this is really amazing. I have never had anything like this before.", I said to the man standing beside me with my face still hooked to the magazine.

"I am glad you liked it", the mam reverted in a sweet tone.

Just the next moment the waiter came in with my black coffee,

"Ma'am, here is the black coffee you ordered for.

Is there anything else I can help you with?"

I looked up at the waiter confused.

"Oh, that's fine! There was no need to serve the black coffee again when you have already provided such an amazing Latte. It's completely okay."

The waiter gave me a super confused look in return. "Latte, sorry?? If I am not wrong you ordered a black coffee, right?"

I suddenly looked at the coffee mug I just had a sip from.

Oooooo s**t!

It was just half filled as if someone has already had the remaining half.

"Actually, that was my coffee that you just sipped maybe assuming it to be yours'."

Listening to these words, I shifted my gaze to the man standing beside me whom I was assuming to be the waiter but was actually not.

Tall, well-built, suited, fair-complexioned, grey eyes, well-groomed beard - a handsome man standing in front of me with the sweetest smile on his face. He had a complete gentleman vibe coming from him.

I can't believe I just drank the coffee from the mug of a random guy sitting next to me. Last night, I ended up in the room of a random guy and now I sipped the coffee from the mug of another random guy.

What the hell was wrong with me!!

I immediately stood and looked at the guy and apologized,

"Hey! I am really sorry.

I thought I was being served that coffee. I was so engrossed in my own thoughts..I, I mean this magazine.. that I didn't notice you and drank from your mug.

This is really embarrassing.

I should have paid attention. I, I am really....."

I kept on apologizing. I was really embarrassed about what I just did but the man was just standing with a set smile on his face; looking at me without saying even a word.

I told the waiter to get him another Latte to which he replied,

"I am sorry, ma'am.

Sir especially prepared this Latte himself in our kitchen.

He said, he has some secret recipe and requested us to let him make his coffee himself.

I wish I knew his secret recipe so I could get another one for him."

Listening to this I felt more embarrassed and started to apologize again.

"Sir, if you could let me know your secret recipe, I would be glad to help you with another cup of Latte.", the waiter said.

This finally made him break his silence...

"Hey, hey, hey!

Just calm down sweetheart. It's completely fine. You don't need to apologize.

In fact, I am glad you liked my hand made Latte. I am planning to open a cafe soon. Would be glad to invite you there to have one..But definitely not from my mug.", and he lightly laughed to ease me out.

I too laughed at his words.

Please, be seated.

I sat back to my place on the couch and he sat beside me.

"So, do you wanna have my Latte?", he asked with the sweetest smile on his face.

"Ummm..I am really sorry for messing with your coffee. I have my black coffee here.

May I order anything else for you?", I asked him.

"Oh, no!

That's fine! I am okay with this." and he sipped the Latte from his mug; the one I took a sip from a couple of minutes ago.

I was surprised by his action.

Noticing me constantly looking at him, he asked again

"Would you like to have another sip of the Latte?

I don't mind sharing it with a gorgeous princess sitting next to me."

This made me blush.

"I would let you enjoy your Latte but I am just curious to know your secret recipe.

This really tasted soooooo good. I would love to try it for myself too.", I said in a friendly tone.

By now, he had made me comfortable with his words and that sweet smile.

Well, that's a secret.

But if you wish to, I would love to make this Latte for you every morning for the rest of my life."

Listening to his words, I blushed again.

"HaHa...That's so sweet of you. Your wife will be one lucky woman.

It was great meeting you, Mr. Gentleman.", I moved my hand forward for a shake as I stood to leave the brew room.

"Same here, Sweetheart", he said with a warm handshake and a sweet smile.