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It was just another day, just another boring Sunday.

Weekends were always a bore. The constant stress throughout the week always led up to the most boring, anti-climatic weekends. Where your biggest excitement of the day was narrowed down to what type of new or exotic creamer you wanted in your coffee.

And to be honest, you preferred it that way.

Central City was busy on weekends, but on Sunday, just around 4pm, there was a sweet few moments where everything seemed to slow down, and become more beautiful.

Today was going to become one of those days. Where the coffee house didn't seem so packed, and where the warm light from the sun seemed to gently pierced the windows; illuminating Jitters in a beautiful, serene glow.

There were maybe twelve people in Jitters, each of them were doing their own thing while you took your time over looking the menu. The same menu that hadn't really changed in the four years you'd been going here.

" We have a new Vanilla Bean Hazelnut creamer with a shot of Cinnamon espresso.." The Barista smiled as she spoke, gently flipping up a finger and pointing to their specials board.

[y/n] stared at the board for a moment. Your intuition was telling you to keep it casual, nothing too funny or fancy. The last time you tried a new coffee, you couldn't sleep for almost fifteen hours, and had to be hospitalized.

But still, there was so much normalcy, so much predictability to your life that this was the most exciting, dangerous thing you had control of. At least for this week.

You ended up ordering the coffee the barista suggested, and found a comfortable place with just enough sunlight to keep yourself comfortable, and a barely cracked window with a cool, refreshing breeze blowing through it.

You were never really into the party scene, but that didn't mean you never went out. But, after a while, seeing the same people get drunk, and sleep with the other same people, over and over, you lost interest. This, this was easier.

You'd surf on your tablet, catching up on news gossip or reading your favorite stories. Immersing yourself in horror and science fiction novels, all while drinking your favorite coffee.

The sun had finally shifted and the once warm, luminescent spot you had nested yourself into, was becoming shadowy and bare. The lights above your sitting area slowly turned on, emitting a soft, orange hue over looking both you and your tablet.

One more cup and you'd have to leave, if you stayed any longer than that you'd be up all night, and being tired on a Monday was the worst. You set your things down momentarily, staring up at the menu one last time before deciding to on a lesser, much more boring, option.

A decaffeinated morning blend with two creams and no sugar.

Returning to your seat you noticed that someone else had decided to occupy it.

A younger man had decided to not only sit directly where you had been sitting, in the same spot down to a T, but he had accidentally-on-purpose, also sat right on your tablet.

You casually walked over to the small corner of the Coffee Cafe, and hovered over the young man, waiting for him to notice you. He was heavily invested into the story he was reading on his phone, and you were about to snap at him, tell him to get off of your things and to please move, but you noticed that his foot was tapping, and that the hand that held his coffee, was shaking.

The deep, angry fire that had welled up into your stomach and chest, began to soften. Maybe this stranger, whom ever he was, needed a break.

" Hey, um.."

You spoke softly, your voice was just a whisper.

The man had a delayed response, and he simply hummed at her briefly before going back into a trance. It was another few moments before he realized that someone had just spoken to him.

" Woah, hey-"

The man turned abruptly, staring up at you.

If there had been any anger or resentment stored up in your chest, it disappeared the moment he looked up at you. Your chest slightly tightened, as you inhaled an unexpected breath of air, shocked at how cute this stranger was.

He was around the same age as you, maybe even a year older, and he had the most stunning brown eyes you'd ever seen.

The hard light that remained from the sun seemed to shine onto him directly, illuminating his entire body, and making any fine dust in the air around the two of you visible.

The young man stared at you for a moment, his mouth was gaped open slightly, as though he wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words.

" You're, um.."

You motioned to just below him, your eyes scanning down his body for a moment, to your tablet. Which was underneath him.

" I am-SO sorry! "

The man practically leapt up off the deep couch seat and scrambled to his feet. You casually picked up your tablet with a free hand and paused, looking at him with a friendly smirk.

" It's- it's fine, really.."

You try to show him a comforting smile, hoping that maybe a little kindness could ease his clear anxiety. To your surprise he seemed quite guarded, but with a warm smile and polite tone, his guard seemed to drop.

" You, can still sit here.."

Your voice seemed reassuring, but the man was hesitant. There was a frightened feeling coming off of him, and something inside your gut told you, that you needed to make sure he was going to be okay.

" In like, ten minutes, right before the sun goes down, it's like.. really nice in here.."

'really nice in here..gag'

You internally curse yourself out. You never were good at hitting on guys, especially cute ones. But to your surprise, the man cracked a grin and laughed lowly for a few seconds before quietly giving in.

" It's last years model, anyway.." You speak aloud again, casually handling your tablet like it wasn't $500. Which it was. You yelled internally at yourself again, knowing how stupid you sounded.

" Uh, no-no. It's a great tablet.. and I'm really sorry, I completely spaced.." The man had finally settled down enough to sit next to you.

You set the tablet down next to your thigh and casually tuck some of your shoulder length hair behind your ears. Trying to wonder why you even cared to comfort this man and why he seemed so mesmerizing to you.

" Do you ever just.." The man spoke in an obscure tone, not looking at you, but down and into the, now cold, coffee he was drinking. The less he looked at you, the more you looked at him.

He had olive skin and round, full lips. His shoulder length black hair was wavy and a little messed. He had on some tight grey slacks and a pale red sweat shirt.

" This is my favorite place to come when I'm stressed, and the barista is always super nice. "

The stranger caught a broad smile, flashing a quick glance over to the barista before looking back over to you.

" Yeah, this is a great place to clear your head. "

His voice sounded a little low or possibly sick. You guessed that he had just had a hard day and was processing it.

You stared down at your coffee quietly, not sure if you were bothering him with your small chat or not. Either way, it had been a nice Sunday to meet a cute boy and finish a book.

" It Was nice meeting you. "

Trying not to take up any more of his time, you announce your departure, before finishing off the one cup of coffee you had, and begin putting your things away.

" Did you! -"

The stranger's eyes seemed to panic, and the look of subtle regret passively crossed his face. He knew that what he was about to say might be taken the wrong way.

His lips were parted just slightly, and you couldn't help but want him too finish what he wanted to say.

" Coffee.. I, or you, " The tips of the man's round cheeks began to flush as his mouth hung open further, his lips parting enough for you to see the beginning of a toothy grin.

" I love, coffee. "

You immediately answered back, almost shouting at him. The both of you averted eyes for a minute, and the stranger stood up and took a deep breath, before clearing his throat and walking past her.

'Fucking great.'

You think to yourself. You try not to think about the things you say out loud, because most of the time you sounded like a nervous idiot.

It was just a moment later that the man returned, and startled you. Handing you a porcelain cup with a beautiful brown liquid in it, that was topped a sweet, light whipped topping.

Your mouth opened to say thank you, but only a big, beautiful smile emerged. You set your tablet and bag down, and turned to grab the warm mug.

" This is so great, wow! "

Your mouth finally caught up with your brain, and words came out.

" It's called The Flash.."

The stranger's attitude seemed to change completely the moment you took the coffee from him, and slowly, you could feel him begin to open up.

The man had a book with him, and you couldn't help but notice.

" The owl and the willow? I love that book. "

You happened to notice the Scifi adventure novel he was reading. You'd just finished it a month ago, and had absolutely loved it.

" Woah, woah, you're into Scifi? " The man almost spilled his coffee, abruptly turning to face you.

" Yeah, yeah, um, " You paused, lightly biting your bottom lip, as your mind began to wander.

" Alright, on three.. name your favorite movie... "

The stranger interrupted you, setting down his coffee on the table in front of him, and turning to face you.

" One.. Two.."

The man's voice had gradually gotten softer the more you two spoke, and it had gotten to a point where you were sure he was finally comfortable around you.

" The Princess Bride! "

Your voices overlapped, as you both accidentally yelled over the other. Everyone in Jitters was staring at the two of you, and with a equally loud laugh, the both of you sunk into the couch, trying to avoid the obvious embarrassment.

" For real, that's your favorite movie? "

The man's shoulders and arms were touching yours, and his cheek was practically pressed against yours, as the two of you tried to hide from the glaring looks.

Your heart began to pick up, feeling as though it was going to flutter out of your chest. The stranger's hand had gently touched yours for a moment, and he hadn't noticed.

A wide, toothy grin was plastered over the man's face, as he tried not to laugh, reaching over and whispering that he was sorry for making a scene.

" My name is Cisco, by the way. "

The man spoke, his brown eyes looking into yours for a moment.

" Um, [y/n]. "

You smiled and averted your eyes from him for a moment. You could feel your cheeks begin to flush and your smile widen as you introduced yourself.

' Cisco was a such a cute name. '

You knew that drinking the coffee that Cisco bought you would definitely make if difficult to sleep, but even without the coffee, just meeting him and talking with him, you knew you wouldn't be able to rest.

It was unbelievable how much you too had in common.

" You work at CCPD, right? "

You casually poked him with a question, and Cisco's face lit up with the mention of CCPD. You listened to him briefly speak about working at STAR labs, and how he'd been helping them for a while.

Cisco liked to use his hands when he spoke, and you noticed that his smile was one of the most infectious you'd ever seen.

" I work right next door actually, so I get to watch all the action without being in danger.. "

You tried to brag, and Cisco's smile momentarily faded, as he scooted closer to you on the soft, pillowy couch.

" Listen if you ever need help, with-you-know, tablet stuff or just.. things.."

Cisco was still smiling, but he looked a little nervous. You could tell that he was trying to be nice, and any chance to see him again, you'd take it.

" Yeah, I'm so bad with electronics.. "

Cisco's face lit up, as a bright smile spread across his face, " Yeah, yeah. It's no big deal. I'm at STAR labs all the time too.. here, um."

Cisco paused, blinking a few times, before trying to get a sentence out before stopping completely.

" Could I.."

Cisco nervously licked his bottom lip and then bit it, trying to get his point across.

In a leap of faith, you straightened your back and took a deep breath, hoping that he was thinking the same thing you were about to say.

" 229-7483.."

There was a slow silence that lasted only a few seconds, but to you, it seemed like hours.

" So, cool.. Um.. I have some stuff I could, maybe show you.. Like, friday, maybe? "

Cisco's voice cracked when he said Friday, and the moment you realized what was happening, you casually nodded, making sure you didn't accidentally squeal in delight.

" Hey, we're closing up in ten.. "

The barista casually spoke across the lobby at Jitters to both Cisco and you, and in a sudden jolt, you checked the time on your tablet, and realized it was almost 10pm.

" It's Ten.."

You spoke in a surprised, exasperated tone. There was no way you just spent almost five and half hours at a coffee house.

" How.."

You spoke in a quiet hush.

The two of you made your way to your feet, grumbling and stretching as both of your bodies ached from sitting.

The lights inside Jitters began to fade, as both you and Cisco gathered your things and left the cafe'.

" It was, really nice to meet you.."

You speak, genuine and surprised.

" Yeah, listen.. I kind of had some heavy stuff happen, thank you.. "

The wind outside Jitters was chilly, but still comfortable, and Cisco had paused just outside to speak to you.

" Stop, it's, not a big deal.. Thank you for sitting with me. "

There was a slow, mundane touch and go between the two of you, and without an endgame in sight. You could tell that he didn't want to say goodbye either, but neither of you wanted to be too forward.

You swallowed hard, as a brash, sudden breeze helped you step forwards.

Briefly, you kissed his cheek, lingering for a moment, and letting your lips graze his soft skin. Pulling away, you hadn't noticed your hands somehow end up in his, so when his warm touch finally got your attention, you accidentally froze up in fear.

The two of you touched for just a few more moments before letting go. Making sure to keep eye contact for just a few more brief seconds.

" Friday, " your voice broke the silence between the two of you, trying to find some kind of middle ground between one another.

" Friday, definitely.. "

Cisco's voice was firm and confident, he released the grip on her fingers, and you could feel the hair on your arms and neck stand on end. You stayed still, letting Cisco turn and walk away, as you tried to remember how to walk.

In a life the was never full of risks, never unplanned or spontaneous, this Sunday afternoon had turned into anything but uneventful.