"Ugh! I hate Mondays and I definitely hate Calculus" Lexi shouted, frustratedly holding mine and Tara's hand. To be honest, I hate Calculus too and thank god I have no subjects related to math now because of my major. Numbers and problems, definitely not my thing and it makes me feel dizzy. So, I can say I am not much of a problem solver and I guess I am much of a problem avoidant type of girl. If you don't seek a problem and stay out of it then you don't have any to solve. In this case I can't help them. Lexi and Tara are both Architect students. On the other hand, I am more into romance and stuff. It can be either tragic love or sweet love, I am up for it. I have never fallen in love but I love the idea of love. So, as I said, I am a literature major student. On the contrary, I hate history but as an arts student, it's unavoidable for me. So, here I am going to my class "Diaspora History". Ugh, it's boring just as it sounds.
After an hour of boredom, I have to meet Clare, she is one of my best friends and my childhood friend. Lexi, Tara and Clare are my three best friends or you can say "bosom friends". As she had no morning classes we had planned to meet in the nearby coffee house.
I reached the coffee house but as always she hasn't turned up yet. It feels like this has become a habit of hers. For sure, she has missed her alarm again and must be running here. I remember she had said with so much confidence and I quote "This time I will be the one to reach first and wait, you will see". "Seriously this girl" I sighed and went to the counter to order our usuals and of course she must have skipped her breakfast, I should order something for her.
"One Mocha, one Cappuccino" I think one cheesecake would be fine. "And one cheesecake please and please make the coffees to go". I paid the bill and sat on a seat where I could see the door of the shop. I counted the minutes and as per my count I guess she will reach here in 10 minutes and by that time our order will be on our table.
The bell by the door rang. The waiter placed our order on the table. I just took a sip from my coffee. "There she is" I thought and looked towards averting my gaze from my phone. It's not her. It's him. I was about to choke my coffee. A little coffee spilled out from my lips. "Shit" I covered my face behind the menu. I guess I could peep a little. He went and sat on the corner seat by the window. Just after that Clare came. "What timing!" What am I gonna do now? What if he remembers me and sees me while I call her? "Damn it!" Why am I so nervous? I haven't done anything wrong. I kept the menu down and called her "Hey Clare, over here!". I waved at her. She saw me and came over to our seat.
"Thanks Babe. You ordered our usual" she sat while looking at our table and kept her bag on the floor. "You ordered cheesecake too, my favorite. How did you get to know, I was starving? I just came here directly after I woke up. It's for me, right? " She kissed me on my cheek pretending to be cute.
"No, it's for me you idiot. I know you will be late as usual. Now, I lost my appetite. So, you can eat this and order something else too if you want" I can't believe how I have been coping with this dumbhead for years. But whatever, I love her too much to ignore. She is my little bundle of joy.
She ordered a croissant which I took a bite too and she is gulping down her food unbothered. And as foolish as I am, I am still trying to peep at that gorgeous stranger. He was reading a book which I was trying to figure out. If I could paint or make a sketch of him, I would definitely have captured this moment. Those beautiful brown eyes, his beautiful brown hair and his flawless skin. I guess there is a mole in the corner of his right eye. I wish I could just have a close look at those amazing features of his face. He looks so peaceful. Suddenly, he was bothered by the waiter who was serving his coffee and his eyes fell on me checking him out. "Shit" he must have definitely figured that I was staring at him.
To my surprise, he smiled at me. Why is he smiling at me? Is it me or someone else? God, why did you make him so handsome? I smiled back at him.