Before I knew it time had passed as I laid in bed all that played in my mind was her, it was her and only her. Every time I would think about her giving me the macaroons it made me heat up and feel fuzzy inside; what was wrong with me?
I just wanted to keep my distance to avoid this feeling, but yet again I found myself at the cafe. I had come on a nice sunny day so what excuse would I use this time?
"Welcome!" As soon as she spoke that one word my face heated up again, I wasn't sure why but I felt this weird feeling again.
I ignored her welcome and went straight to, "Can I get a star drink?"
"Sure, can I get a name please?" I looked at her, she seemed so professional compared to two days ago, she seemed so sophisticated, she looked stunning even if she was only adding up my total
"Can I get a name please?"
"Ah sorry! It's Adrien!"
"Ok thank you, I'll have your order ready in just a moment" Something was definitely wrong with me, why couldn't I focus on only her, why was my head always thinking about her, why does my face get all red?
"So um, you seem to be my age; so what school do you attend?" Something in me pushed me to start a conversation, but all I could think of was that she'd get annoyed, jeez.
"Ah! I don't attend any of the schools around here, you see I'm homeschooled hahaha" Her laugh made me smile too, her smile was worth every nerve in my body, hearing her laugh had definitely lightened up my day, which I still don't understand. Why?
3 weeks had passed and it seems I began to finally understand this feeling in me, it was love…
I continued to get close to her, my goal was to eventually ask her out but I knew I'd be hard when she's this cute…
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"Agh dammit none of these articles are helpful!" I slouched back into my chair and threw my head back in frustration
I had fallen in love with Marinette, a Barista, a sweet innocent girl.
I had finally answered one question, and now I feel embarrassed around her, my face goes red, my heart beats faster, and I still get a fuzzy feeling.