mornings were usually tough for you, which is why you walked into that small deserted coffee shop in the first place. its location only being ten minutes from your apartment, made it very easy for you to be there at 6:05 am everyday. you would step into the small shop and the coffee aroma would engulf you, always making you smile. it was a quiet, peaceful place for you to collect yourself and start the day off right, and going so early would be beneficial to the work you let go so long. the cute sleepy boy who stood behind the counter with the gray beanie hiding his bed hair was just a bonus. everyday was the same. your annoying alarm would blare loudly at quarter of six, making you immediately in a grouchy mood. you'd change out of your pajamas and brushing your teeth before venturing out into the crisp autumn air to get to the coffee shop. at 6:05 on the dot, you'd push the door open and the little bell above signaled that you had walked in, making the tall boy door around with a small smile on his face. you'd say your order without stumbling, like you did the first few times when you entered the shop so early in the morning face to face the the attractive blonde behind the counter. you'd sit down at a table in the corner, one with a nice, discrete view of the boy's back, and pull out your laptop to write while waiting for the boy to bring you your coffee. he'd smile and bite his lip, pulling on the black hoop, making you even more attracted to him.-everyday it was like that. there was no changing of plans on either of your parts. he would always be working the opening shift, and you would always come in at the same time, order the same thing, and sit and the same place. it was like that everyday but today. you overslept. last night you had stayed up later than usual to finish your latest story. you knew you had to get it out, for if you fell asleep then, you wouldn't have it by the morning. it was only 45 minutes later than you usually woke up, but that was the time you should be walking into the coffee shop. it felt odd to be off routine, and you didn't know what to do with yourself. you got changed quickly and headed straight for the door, walking faster than usual to get the place you spend every morning. the shop was different at 7 am. you only ever stayed until 6:50, afraid of the crowd that might pile in. you were right to leave then, because if everyday was usually like this, than it would ruin your peace and quiet that you loved so much. the small shop was consumed with people and conversations and you almost didn't recognize it. you wouldn't believe it was the same place if you hadn't seen the reassuring smile from the boy behind the counter. he caught your gaze and gave a soft wave before returning to making the customers coffee. you stepped into line, something you weren't used to doing, and waited until you were met with the smile you had fallen for weeks ago. you expected him to just take a cup and start on your order like he had done the past few weeks, but he stood and waited for you to reassure him."the same as always," was all you'd said as you stated into his eyes, a little more awake than you were used to seeing them."i wasn't sure," he chuckled. "you're changing things up with being late, so i didn't know if you wanted the same order or you were shaking everything up." if you weren't so tired and flustered and if the mornings didn't make you upset enough without being late, you'd probably would've laughed. you smiled a little, but that was it."worked late last night and over slept," was all you managed. "so, the usual?" you asked."ill get that right to you." he smiled and declined when you tried to give you the usual money for your drink. "on the house. sounds like you've had a rough morning.""im not going to let you do that, here, just take the money, i don't want to feel like i owe you anything," you pushed harder, secretly loving the semi actual conversation you were having compared to the usual small glances as the only means of conversation. "maybe i want you to owe me something," he bantered."i don't even know your name.""you do know i wear a name tag? anyways, it's luke," the boy readjusted the beanie on top of his head as he combed through the little piece of hair sticking out of it."oh. im y/n.""yeah, i know, i write it on your coffee everyday with a heart next to it." he blushed a little as he said it aloud. "what?" "i, um, you've never noticed?" the cocky demeanor he had seconds ago immediately disappeared as he turned bright red, scratching at his chin with nerves."no, i haven't, im sorry, how long have you been doing that?" you were confused and a little upset at the fact that he did something cute that you never noticed. "well, in that case, im going to need you to pay," he joked as he tried to regain his confidence. "no, but, yeah, ive been drawing hearts and smileys for a while and actually today i wrote my number on the cup i made before you came but then you were late and now im rambling and this is probably really creepy right now, im sorry, let me just make your drink" he leaves the counter before you have a chance to say anything else. he comes back with your drink in his hand and before he can say anything else, your handing him a sheet of paper with your number on it and the words "sorry i messed your plan up today, but you should still call me :-)" above it. you say your thanks for the coffee and get out of the crowded shop as fast as you can, hoping luke will have the confidence to actually call you before tomorrow's routine. your phone buzzes, displaying a blush on your face as you read the text "caution, your drink is extremely hot, oh wait, it's just you. i get off at 12 if you're free?"
