imagine hurrying into some chain coffee shop because you’re on your break at work but you really need to get back to the office and everything is so fucking boring today so you just need a giant fucking coffee to get you through it
and they call your name and you grab your order from the counter, and turn around to run straight back out but wham, you bump right into someone’s chest who was apparently walking up behind you to order, and your coffee flies into the air and spills all fucking over both of you
‘SHIT,’ you exclaim, ‘I’m so fucking sorry…’ and you look up into the person’s eyes, and they are hazel and framed with dark lashes and glittering with amusement, and they belong to this impossibly attractive guy who is wearing a neat sweater/shirt/tie combination like he’s a teacher or something
Fuck, this day couldn’t get any worse; you’re embarrassing yourself gawking at this hot as fuck dude and he’s covered in your latte so you no longer have coffee for work and -
but then he’s speaking, telling you not to worry about it, and saying that to make up for ruining his favourite sweater maybe you should buy him his coffee? and you realise your jaw is hanging open and snap your mouth shut before you start drooling and stutter your ‘y..yes!’ and then he’s winking and describing how he likes his coffee so you both walk to the counter and you order two of the same and yeah, maybe this day might improve just yet….. fuck going back to work on time, you’re staying here with this guy for the next hour.
You are fucking killing me with this story. Oh my god.