It's finally the weekend! After five days of none stop working I definitely think I deserve a treat. There's this beautiful little coffee shop quite close to my apartment in LA that I always go to, every Saturday afternoon at 2pm. I always order the same, one jam doughnut and a White Mocha; the coffee shop sells the most delicious doughnuts and the best coffee in all of Los Angeles.
I arrived right on time, ordered my usual and ,with a familiar smile from the barrister, sat down in my favourite seat: in the corner by the window. Then I got out the book I was to read from my bag and sat back in my chair. My seat was in the perfect place to watch everyone come in and out of the coffee shop. I'm definitely a people watcher; I love to watch all the families and couples walking by and come up with little stories about their lives.
A soft ringing of a bell signalled someone entering through the door. This guy was a little taller than me with dark brown hair and a plaid shirt. I couldn't see his face but I felt like I had seen him before. Was he another regular? No I don't think I'd ever seen him here before. He walked over to the counter to order. I continued to stare at him, racing through my mind to try and figure out who he was. It was when he ordered his coffee that I realised who that deep voice belonged to.
"Hi, I'll have an espresso. Thanks." said the voice of Markiplier. I recognised him from videos I'd seen at my friends house and almost constantly heard his voice booming in my brother's room. From the videos I have seen of him he seems really adorable and super funny. I wish I could watch more of him but I'm so busy all the time!
I continued to watch him as he took his Espresso and went to a table a few seats away from me. As he sat down he looked up and glanced my way. I quickly looked away and to the book on the table in front of me, pretending to read. There was no denying that he was certainly very attractive. He had a sweet smile and such a kind face. He had his sleeves partly rolled up and his top button undone as it was a fairly hot day. His strong arms leaned against the table as he sipped his drink. All the while I peaked over the top of my book to his (hopefully) unaware looked so adorable in his fuzzy plaid shirt and scraggly beard. I cant be sure but I'm pretty sure that I caught his eye a few times. Was he looking at me too? Probably not :(
I stayed at that coffee shop for much longer than usual, daydreaming and not reading my book. Mark left at about 2:40 and I made an effort to look casual as he passed me, his hand brushing my table. Finally, with another ring of the door bell, he had left.