Coffee Temple

➼ Title: Coffee Temple

➼ Word count: 460 ➼ Warnings: N/A

➼ Troptember: Pining

Haelburgh City is the best place in the whole entire world to witness Fall. Yes, that was sarcastic. If you have the choice to go anywhere else, seize the damn chance and flee. Loud, busy streets, screaming people, loud cars and constant puddles forming—even if it hadn’t rained in weeks. Magic!

The only thing that brightens my day and life, in general, is Coffee Temple. It’s a normal Cornershop cafe, but it sells the best frappuccinos and chocolate chip muffins. It also has the best barista. Ah, Jonathan. Everything about him was amazing. His brown, wavy hair. Hazel eyes that light up when he makes coffee. His gorgeous, gorgeous smile. I shake out of the fantasy and find myself in front of a light pole. A second late and I’d have broken my nose. Sighing, I get back on the right path, skipping and waving as I make my way to Coffee Temple.

The fresh smell of coffee hits my nose like a punch. A good punch. I hear a small jingle as I open the door. “Welcome! You're our first— Chandru! It’s you. Usual?” Ah, that voice. I could fall asleep to it anytime. His smile is a bit wider than usual. The usual is when he deals with other customers. I’m probably imagining this. I get back to Earth and reply with my best smile.

“Yep. Give me the best Frappuccino and chocolate chip muffin in Haelburgh City!” I slam my palm on the counter.

He laughs and pats my arm. It sends a tingle down my back, like a spider crawling down. I sit down at a table and watch him work his way around the machines. There’s a small mole on his right-hand index finger. How did I not notice that? He blends the ice with the milk and syrup. I hear a hum coming from him and try to pinpoint the song. Claire De Lune, Debussy. So he listens to classical music. It would explain his t-shirt—Mozart wearing air pods.

“Order up for the best customer!” He rings a bell and I jog over.

“Thank you, Oh Great God of Frappuccinos and Chocolate Chip Muffins. I shall always be indebted to you.” I speak with a posh accent and bow, stifling giggles.

Jonathan pats my head. “Rise, my child. May your day go as bright as the suns that seem to be glowing in your eyes.” I rise and he pauses. “I’ll have a special ‘cino ready for you tomorrow, I’ve been working on something. It reminds me of you.” He winks at me and I blush, sliding the money over. I grab the frap and muffin, smiling awkwardly. “Have a great day!”

I nod, smile again and rush for the door. What was that?