Short Story #25
A friends to lovers thing
A short coffee romance
I looked at the two coffees in confusion in my hands. “Why have I got two?” I asked the barista. “I only wanted one.”
She looks at me as if I had grown an extra head. “Do you sleepwalk? This is the third time that you came in and ordered the same two coffees.”
“Oh,” I could feel my cheeks growing warmer. “Thanks,” blushing out of embarrassment, I left the shop pinning the blame solely on one Nickolas Abdool. I missed him so much although I was the one at fault. We were the best of friends before something shifted in the universe, pushing us even closer together and when he finally admitted the way he felt about me a few weeks ago, I ran. I liked us being friends despite the fact that I always wanted to make him smile. His smiles were like sunshine on a rainy afternoon especially the one with the soft turn of lips, dimples deepening, chocolate brown eyes, soft and bright.
I missed him.
So when I showed up on his porch the next morning and his eyes bulged like some sort of exotic insect when he opened the door to me holding out a coffee to him, I was expecting him to tell me off. Instead, he accepted it wordlessly and stood to the side to let me in.
“It turns out that when I get a coffee, I order yours as well and then it dawned on me that I only want to get you, coffee.” I rambled. “Does that make sense?”
“No,” he drawls in that Kentucky accent, still thoroughly confused. “But keep talking.”
“Last week, I went to the mall and I ordered you a coffee despite the fact that you weren’t with me and I had no intention to come visit. And do you know what I did a while ago?”
Nickolas grins. “I can guess, but I’ll like the sound of it better coming from your mouth.”
I shrug. “I did it again, Nick. I ordered you a coffee.” I then sighed and decided to come clean with it. “I missed you, Nick.”
He smiled somewhat sadly. “I missed you, too. I would’ve kept my feelings to myself had I known you would’ve run.”
“It’s not that, Nick. The only time I feel like smiling is when I’m with you. Your voice surrounds my heart like a blanket because it reminds me of home. It’s just that all these new feelings left me perplexed because I don’t want our friendship to end.”
“And who says it’s ending?”
“When friends become lovers there is no going back to normal after a break-up.”
“You won’t know unless you try.”
“I know that now. Wait, I need to do something.” I told him putting his peace offering coffee down on the kitchen island. I stepped in front of him, tiptoed and pressed my lips chastely against his for a few seconds. “Okay, definitely didn’t feel like it was kissing my brother.”
Nickolas laughed a deep throaty laugh and teased, “You’ll be miserable for all of tomorrow over me.”
“No, I’d be miserable for all of my tomorrows without you and I like getting you coffee, so there’s that extra bonus.”