Its 11:15 on a Sunday, you sit in the coffee shop down town, eyeing the glass doors every so often. You are waiting for someone. You aren't meeting them here for a round of friendly lattes, in fact, you're pretty sure they don't even know you're waiting for them. But you are. You do every Sunday at 11:15, because that's when you know she comes in. When you think about it, it makes you feel like some creepy stalker. No. No, you aren't a stalker. You don't fallow her around everywhere she goes; you just know this is where she goes at this particular time. You honestly don't know too much about her other than what you over hear from her conversations with the barista (someone she seems to be casually acquainted with.) You do know that her name is Feferi Peixes, she's 20 years old, she takes her coffee extremely sweet, and she wants to become an elementary school teacher when she graduates. You also know that she's one of the most beautiful girls you have ever seen, and, somehow, you've fallen completely head over heals for her despite being too afraid to even talk to her.
You hear the bell above the door ring and you snap to attention. Almost exactly on time is the brunette you've been waiting for. You don't make it too obvious that you're staring at her while she orders her usual. After brief small talk with the barista, she sits at her usual table by the window, diagonally in front of you. She takes out an E-reader as she sips her coffee. You watch how her dainty finger glides just above the screen, as so not to smudge it, but to keep her place. You can tell when she gets to an amusing part because her face lights up with a smile that sends butterflies throughout your whole body. You imagine what it would be like to talk to her. You play out conversations in your head and can't help but smile a little to yourself. All it would take to make those conversations a reality is getting up, walking over, and saying hello to her. It isn't that hard, you can do it. That's right, you can do it! A little bit of confidence wells up inside you, but you're still incredibly nervous. You'll find a way to screw it up, you know you will. It takes a good amount of internal debate before you finally decide to suck it up. You can't sit back and just watch her forever, she's a beautiful girl and someone else is bound to snatch her up if you just sit on the sidelines. (That is, if they haven't already.)
There's no use delaying this any longer, you've been going back and forth with yourself for the past 20 minutes now, you've wasted enough time. You stand up with every intention of making your existence known- her phone rings. You curse your timing as you watch her answer it.
It's a short conversation, but by the time its over she has her reader back in her purse, her coffee in hand, and leaves through the same glass door you spent the better part of an hour waiting for her to come through. You stand there for a moment, unsure of what to do. In the end, the only thing you can do is accept defeat and return to your seat.
You sigh. Oh well, there's always next Sunday at 11:15 at the coffee shop down town.
AN: So…. This was my first fanfiction in what is probably about…5 years. I really don't know if my writing is any good, and I did this in latterly an hours time so sorry if it sucks XD Its nearing 4 am here so if I find any errors, I'll edit some other time.