"I thought you'd never text, I've been waiting all day! :D"
I let out a relieved sigh. So I didn't text her too early.
"I'm sorry," I type, contemplating whether or not I should tell about my fight with Vi, but I eventually decide against it, "I was honestly not sure if it was too early to text you."
He response comes in not even ten seconds after that.
"It's never too early. So, for our coffee date I suggest going out for breakfast. How does 10 o'clock sound to you?"
"Sounds great :)", I respond, even though I usually don't get up before noon on free days.
Olivia then texts me the exact location and the name of the café she mentioned earlier. We decide to meet there.
We keep on texting for hours, talking about everything and nothing. I'm sleep deprived from not getting any sleep the night before, but I don't want to stop talking to her. Forgetting my worries and just talking about trivialities feels so good. It's almost one o'clock in the morning when I finally fall asleep with my phone in my hand.
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BAM.
I jerk awake. It takes me a while to realize that it was construction work on the street in front of my apartment complex what woke me up.
I look at my phone to check the time.
9:27 am.
SHIT!
I jump out of bed, rush over to my closet, grab one of my fancier T-Shirts and a white pair of skinny jeans, and within record time, I shower, dry my hair get dressed and put on make-up (a little more than I usually do.)
I run out of the bathroom, almost slipping on the wet floor, throw on a jacket and my shoes, grab my keys and rush out of the door.
It's now 9:42.
Good. I have more than enough time to walk to the café. My heart is beating outside my chest from me hurrying so much. I take a deep breath and start walking.
It's a beautiful morning. They grey clouds from the past few days have cleared completely. It's warm, but with a cool breeze. It's Friday, not many cars are on the streets because most people are already at work. I don't think I've ever seen this part of town so quiet and calm – if you ignore the construction workers, of course. It's one of the... less beautiful parts of Piltover, but today, it seems beautiful. Beautiful like the sky, the flowers growing next to the sidewalk, … or Olivia's smile.
I'm smiling. Almost tearing up. I've known her for two days and going on this coffee date with her makes me so ridiculously happy. I can't remember the last day that I woke up without thinking about either suicide or homicide first thing.
Fuck what my therapist says. She's good for me. This is good for me.
I arrive at the café. I've never heard of it before, and as soon as I enter it, I know why.
This is the kinda place where you'd expect the tumblr girls with their cutesy pastel blogs to take tons of pictures. The furniture, floor and wall are held in mainly pastel pink and white, with a few pastel purple accents here and there.
The cakes and pastries on display look too pretty to be eaten. They're decorated extravagantly, with cream, marzipan, fondant, flowers and all that... cute shit. I feel completely out of place.
"Hannah, over here!"
I look to my right. Olivia is sitting at a table next to a window, waving at me.
She fits in here perfectly. She's tied her pigtails with white bows today, and is wearing a frilly, pastel pink dress that blends in with the chair she's sitting on. Seeing her like this, as weird as it may sound, makes me wonder if she's a virgin.
I sit down across from her.
"This place is... cute," I say.
"Not really your kinda thing, huh?"
"It's more that I'm not used to it."
"Just wait until you try their cupcakes," she says with that beautiful smile of hers on her lips, "Then you'll just have to love this place."
She hands me the menu. Their cake section is a proud three pages thick. They also have basically every kind of tea and coffee in existence.
I eventually decide on a caramel latte with extra cream and a cupcake they call "Vanilla temptation". Olivia orders a "Strawberry river cake" and a cup of green tea.
"You look good this morning," she says after a waiter has taken our orders.
"I feel good," I say, smiling, "Sorry I stopped replying last night, I fell asleep."
"Am I that boring?", she says jokingly.
"You're currently one of the most interesting people in my life.
"You clearly haven't met yourself."
She says that in a rather serious tone. When she notices the confused look on my face, she explains:
"You're different. It feels like you're a riddle, and I have to decipher you. I don't know, something about you... draws me toward you. That's a compliment," she adds quickly, "I don't think I've ever met anyone like you. You're fascinating."
My heart is both melting and pounding outside my chest. At the same time.
The waitress brings our cakes and drinks.
As soon as Olivia takes the first bite of her cupcake, I understand why the call it "Strawberry river". It seems to be filled with liquefied strawberries. She has to lean over her plate in order to not get any of it on her dress.
My cupcake is filled with vanilla cream and topped with a white chocolate frosting and decorated with little roses made out of vanilla chocolate. I have a secret weakness for sweet things, and right now, I'm in cake heaven.
"I told you you'd love the cupcakes!", Olivia says, laughing, as it is very obvious that I'm enjoying this sweet piece of goodness.
"Love isn't even the word," I say, inhaling the rest of my cupcake.
It's not just their cakes. This caramel latte has to be one of the best coffees I've ever had. I might just buy a pastel pink dress and come here more often. While Olivia is dripping liquid strawberries all over the table, I order a piece of their chocolate cheesecake. Which also tastes heavenly.
I lean back in my chair.
"Thank you," I say.
"For what?"
"Showing me this café. I was sceptic at first, but I think they just won another regular costumer."
"Glad my plan worked out."
She smiles at me. And I smile back. We just sit there for a while, smiling at each other, until the waitress comes by and asks if we'd like to pay. Before I can say anything, Olivia hands her her card and pays for the both of us.
"If I had known that you were paying, I would have asked if it was alright for me to order that cheesecake..."
"It's alright, really," she smiles, "I asked for the date, so I'm the one paying."
She gets up and walks outside, I follow her.
"You know, if you'd like, you could come with me for a cup of- I mean, you just had coffee - for a glass of water?", she asks, her cheeks blushing slightly.
Heart. Going to explode. Fuck.
"I'd love to," I say.
