The Kissing Booth/Belinda Storyline, Part I
The player clicks on Belinda’s name
My crush is actually an amusing story for how she found our shop. I think she maybe comes in for me, but I’m not sure, considering the face she gets when she drinks our coffees. I’ve made it my mission to put a smile on her face one day, make her eyes light up when she drinks my coffee.
But when we get into our chats, it’s like all of her thoughts melt away.
She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Long, black hair that cascades down her back like a dark waterfall crashing down her back. Dark brown eyes that seem to go all the way into her soul, which is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
One thing I’ve noticed is she really really loves red. She seems to always be wearing something with red at least in it.
She likes revealing clothes too. She always seems to be exposing her chest and she likes to lean on the counter toward me while we’re chatting when she has her drinks. I’ve been spotted looking down and she only gets this look in her eyes like she’s drinking me up.
However, let me tell you about the first time she came in.
She came in smelling of liquor. Like... really smelling of liquor and she had this lazy, daring look in her eyes like she was daring me to comment on it. But when I didn’t, her demeanor seemed to change a bit. She seemed to relax as she leaned onto the counter (perhaps in the most revealing outfit she’d ever been in - she’d obviously been partying). She was wearing her usual red stilettos. I could swear there was a red liquid staining them but the liquid was such a similar color to the shoes, and I was so distracted by her to be able to really tell.
She leaned onto the counter.
“I’d like some whiskey,” she said bluntly, waving vaguely into the air. I glanced back inside the counter.
“Um... this is a coffee shop,” I said, looking and sounding confused. She held my eyes as a slow smile filled her eyes. She leaned in so close I could smell her scent as she quietly said to me, “You mean to tell me you have no liquor? You work in a place like this and you don’t hide a flask on you?” My face pinkened at her words but I couldn’t say no to her...
Biting my lip, I slowly reached into a hidden pocket in my jacket and flashed my flask before putting it away again. She smiled, like she was silently bragging for being right and at the same time saying I knew it.
“Um, what do I get if I give you this special drink?” I asked, feeling more daring than usual. What was this intoxicating woman doing to me? I could swear that I was getting a contact drunk off of the strong scent of whiskey and rum coming off of her body.
She laughed goodnaturedly at that.
“I’ll give you extra for it,” she said, eyes studying me like she was waiting for my reaction.
“I don’t want a bigger tip,” I said, still feeling daring but my heart was thundering painfully in my chest. She smirked at that.
“Who said I was talking about money?” I practically fell over at that. There was a certain tone in her voice.
I was still waiting for whatever she’d promised me that day.
Just as I was coming back to reality from the memory, she slipped inside, wearing a sparkling red dress that hugged her every curve. My brows lifted as I got to making her usual drink. Well, when I say usual, I mean trying to make something that she’d like. I was still testing the different drinks to see what she was into and what she wasn’t. This time I thought I knew the perfect drink for her.
“Hey, cutie,” she greeted from her side of the counter, leaning heavily on it as she always did. I glanced up, lost in her eyes for a second, causing me to drop the grounds that I held. She giggled while I stumbled to find the broom.
“Oh! Belinda! Hi,” I greeted, stumbling on my words. She only looked amused at that, smiling at me.
“What’s going on back there?” She asked. “Do I have to dirty a new dress to help you out?” I stumbled over my response to the point that she laughed it off and told me to relax. She checked her nails while she tilted her head in that beautiful way she did when she was concentrating.
Should you immediately bring up the Kissing Booth and try to get her to come or bring up other conversation first?
Ask her what she’s so dressed up for
Comment on her dress/compliment her
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