I ordered the cheapest coffee on the menu.
Although I don’t drink coffee and don’t know what to expect.
I don’t understand the temperature degree nor thinking the leaves on the cup look nice.
I just thought I need to order something to avoid the awkwardness and nothingness in the air.
You look nice, with the ponytail and the mustard sweater.
Someone must be pulling you off from a fashion magazine.
Although I don’t read that either.
I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.
Although I will pay for your overpriced apple pie and whatever latte you choose before.
I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.
You have that look since we got here and my heart, kind of, flutters.
I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.
But I need to empty this cup hurriedly.
I need to get your friend’s number and I’m afraid that I’m going to fall for you the more seconds I sit in front of you.
Intriguingly looking at your freckles and how you bite your nails.
I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.
Although you do look so nice today.
Intriguingly attractive.
Curiously interesting.
That’s it, I really need to go now.