I walk into the coffee shop— it's become part of my daily routine now. Every morning, I cross the street from the bookstore where I work to get my coffee. I order, sit down, and watch her for a while before heading to my job. Today is no different.

As I step inside, there she is, Aurelia, standing at the counter, taking another customer's order. I fall in line behind the girl, my eyes locked on her. God, she's beautiful. Her brown hair catches the light, almost golden in the sun. And those freckles—I want to kiss every single one of them. Her lips, full and inviting, her nose, just slightly flat from the side—it's the cutest thing I've ever seen.

I'm not sure when this obsession started. I think it was the first time I walked into this place, just after starting my job at the bookstore. She was behind the counter, captivating me from the moment I saw her. I fell hard, and now, here I am, coming every day like some kind of creep. God, I hope she doesn't think I'm a creep.

"Same thing today?" Her voice pulls me out of my thoughts. It's beautiful almost melodic.

"Oh, um, yes, please" I stammer like an idiot.

"That'll be $5.25," she says, her tone as mesmerizing as ever. I could listen to her talk for hours.

"Alright, I'll be paying by card today, if that's okay" I manage to say trying to sound normal.

"Sure thing. So, how's your day been so far sir?" She asks, surprising me. This is the first time we've exchanged words beyond the usual order and payment.

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"Uh, it's been good, you know, just getting ready for work. How about you?" I seize the chance to keep the conversation going.

"It's been good. Just a bit busy earlier, but it's died down now. Oh, here's your coffee. Enjoy sir," she says, handing me the cup.

I wanted to talk to her more, but maybe next time. "Thank you," I say, taking the coffee and walking out of the store, I'm getting late for work so I head to the bookstore.

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Aurelia's pov:

I keep checking out customers, occasionally glancing at the clock, waiting for him to come in. He comes every day at the same time and orders the same thing. Every day, I feel the same excitement and butterflies in my stomach when he walks through the door. I'm not sure when I became so obsessed, maybe it was the first time he came in, ordered the same order that I always get, and gave me that captivating smile. That might have been when I fell for him.

And there he is. I see him walk in as I'm Checking out a girl. I notice him staring at me but not saying anything—he seems lost in deep thought.

" same thing today?" I ask

He blinks, then replies, "Oh, um, yes please" his voice is so incredibly sexy—deep yet gentle. And his eyes, oh, his eyes there so deep and mesmerizing. I wish he made eye contact more often. When he does look at me, I'm lost in his gaze. His eyes are almost white with how light grey they are. I want to take off his glasses to see them more clearly.

"That'll be $5.25," I say.

"Alright, I'll be paying with card if that's okay" he responds.

Today, I decided to be courageous. I'm going to talk to this beautiful man. "Sure thing. How's your day so far, sir?" I ask, realizing how silly the question sounds given it's only noon. I mentally scold myself.

He replies to my question. Making me fall for him even more, but I think I'm just being delusional at this point. "Uh, it's been good, you know just getting ready for work. How about you?"

Oh my god, he's asking about my day too. I need to calm down— this is just basic human decency. "It's been good, just a bit busy earlier, but it's died down now. Oh, here's your coffee. Enjoy, sir."

I wish his coffee hadn't been prepared so quickly—I wanted to talk to him longer. Maybe next time.