The Guy at the Café

by PJOandHP4Life

{Lams Modern Coffee Shop AU} You came in every morning at 10 and ordered an Espresso and sat in the same seat. You always brought your computer with you. We both alway came on the same days at around the same time. (I figured out when you arrived so I could get there first.) I never had the courage to go talk to you. Then one day that all changed... {Sequel is out!}

4. Part 4

Hey Guys! Sorry for the late update but at least I did it before 12 am right?! So here's Part 4. A bit longer but still kinda short. I plan to update Part 5 early tomorrow so don't worry. Also, before I forget, thanks to all reviewers! You push me to write!

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January 11th

It's been about 11 days since you first sent that text and we've been texting each other back and forth since.

I still can't believe you actually texted me.

I wonder if you can tell it's me…. Or if you even wonder. I hope you do, but I also want my identity to be a secret at the same time.

You just walked in on your phone. You're smiling down at it while you walk to stand in line for coffee.

I look down to see a text on my phone… and it's from you.

From Him: Hey! I'm at the café where you left that pen for me remember?

I text him back.

To Him: Yeah I know.

From Him: Wait. What do you mean by "I know"? Are you here?

Crap, I should have just said "Cool." I looked up to see you looking around and quickly ducked down, trying to hide myself. I type back quickly before he can notice me.

To Him: Uh, no I just meant I know what you mean.

I see him frown and go order his usual drink before answering.

From Him: Are you sure?

To Him: Yeah.

When you aren't looking, I get up to leave before you somehow figure out who I am with that big brain of yours.

I make it out without confrontation.

Phew, that was close.

I get another text.

From Him: Too bad. I would have liked to meet you.

Well, I screwed up.

~Time Skip~

January 16th

The next time I get to the coffee shop you are already there. Sipping your usual Espresso at your usual spot.

You told me yesterday your birthday was going to be today. A bit of a late notice to find a present, but I'll forgive you. I'll always forgive you.

So I decided to make you something this time instead of buying a gift.

I spent all night painting it. Hence part of the reason why I came in late and you were already here.

I went up to the barista who I know pretty well and asked her to give the painting to you. I'm still too scared to approach you. You seem friendly enough on the phone but in real life, you're too intimidating.

She goes up to you and gives you the painting as I sit at the bar and hide behind a menu. I feel lightheaded when I see your shocked expression grow into a wide smile...

Now I can't breathe because you caught me staring. And now I've definitely died because you just winked at me.

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So that's it for now. Bye!