should i write myself
out of the history books?
or mark a place in time
for every chance you took?
-all time low
~~~
for the fifth week in a row, the girl in the bird-egg blue coat shuffles into the coffee shop, followed by a billow of snow.
kieran looked up and smiled over the till as she clumsily made her way over to the counter at the back of the shop.
she removed one of her earphones and without looking up from her phone, she recited her order, one toffee nut latte
she talked rather too loud, attracting the attention of almost everyone in the small, peaceful coffee shop, them sending her discreet glares and gestures.
though she didn't mind.
or notice for that matter.
she was in her own little world of toffee nut lattes, blue coats and too-loud-music.
writing the familiar order (that was now imprinted in his memory) onto a piece of scrap paper, he handed it to teresa, a grumpy, sixteen-year-old employee who had at least twenty piercings on her face alone.
kieran then turned round to toffee nut latte girl (his new nickname for her) only to find that she had made her way to the corner of the shop and sat at her usual table.
he was puzzled why she chose that table every time she came; it was rickety and squeaky, the large café clock hung above it, making ticking sounds resound throughout the deafening quiet of the shop.
not to mention it was right next to the disabled public loos, meaning every time someone wanted to enter the loo, she had to tuck her chair in and squish her small frame even further into the ridge of the table, just so they could get past.
the door to the kitchen was on the other side of it as well, and every time the door opened, a gust of wind blew a lock of her pale blond hair into her face, dangerously close to dipping in her coffee
kieran had wanted to talk to her, after observing (not stalking as teresa calls it) her for over a month.
in the past, his confidence had always held him back, making him suffer every day from social anxiety.
Today, he thought, maybe today i would've overcome that fear.
if she hadn't've walked away.
feeling a sharp pain in his abdomen, he looked up to find teresa holding a cup to his face, pointing to toffee nut latte girl's table in the corner.
he took the cup, slowly weaving his way in and out of the tables, his attention solely on the girl with the bird-egg blue coat.
turns out, a little attention needs to be directed at one's surroundings when navigating around crowded coffee shops, because two steps from her table, the disabled bathroom door swung open, hitting kieran in the face, spilling the latte down his clean, crisp shirt.
a silence overcame the coffee shop, thicker than the mellow, peaceful atmosphere of before.
a silence that was eventually broken by a quiet snort, followed by short, soft giggles.
he looked up to find the girl with her face in her hands, shoulders shaking.
she was laughing at him.
kieran slowly felt his face turn red, his hands and knees beginning to shake violently.
toffee nut latte girl eventually looked up, her small, reserved smile, transforming into an expression of horror.
'oh, goodness,' she gasped, grabbing kieran by the arm and dragging him with her, into the disabled bathroom.
she grabbed his shoulders lightly, turning him to look at her, but he avoided her eyes.
she sighed.
'i wasn't laughing at you, really, i was laughing at the situation.'
noticing that he had stopped shaking made her relax slightly, but he still wasn't looking at her, his eyes flitting from the grubby walls of the bathroom to his tattered, laced shoes.
'please talk to me,' she sighed again.
'my name's kira, what's yours?'
'kieran.'
she smiled, taking a paper towel to wipe the coffee off of his shirt that was slowly leaving a stain.
kira had noticed kieran on her first day in the quaint coffee shop, he was watching her (not too subtly) as if she was wonderful, something he hadn't ever seen before.
at first this annoyed her; she was nothing special, nowhere near perfect, just another face in the crowd.
but then she started to realise that she had also begun to place him under a category of perfect, special,
different.
every day for the next five weeks she had come to the shop, searching for a 'cure' for her somewhat spontaneous interest in him.
instead, her mind snugly fit him more into the category of 'perfect' people.
kira became more and more intrigued by as the days went by, so much so that her friends were convinced that she was in love with his 'perfectness', as they said.
not in love, she thought, just infatuated.
and right then, she understood that kieran was not perfect, nowhere near, and that she had not fallen in love with his perfections, but his imperfections.
like the way his wavy brown hair fell in front of his green eyes when he entered numbers into the till or wrote down an order.
the way his glasses would slowly slip down his nose, resulting in him pushing them back, towards his eyes, like those cranky librarians you read about in books.
the way his whole demeanour is somehow clumsy but graceful at the same time.
snapping out of her day-dream, kira realised that she had stopped dabbing at the stain on kieran's shirt, just resting her hands on his chest, staring into his eyes in the process.
she coughed, covering up the awkward moment, taking a step back and removing her hands from his chest.
'i-i should get back to work,' kieran murmured, also taking a small step back.
'yeah.'
'i'm just gonna-'
'yeah-no it's fine'
''kay, bye'
'wait...'
'um, yeah?'
'can...can i have a hug first?'
'uh sure.'
'but first...'
kira turned around, rummaging through her satchel that she grabbed on the way into the bathroom.
a moment later, she turned back.
'okay.'
for a second, both of them just stood there, waiting for the other one to move; take a step or something, before they both embraced each other, smiling.
as he pulled away, kieran heard kira whisper 'thank you', before breaking the hug entirely.
'you should probably get back to work, the other barista will go crazy if she finds you in here,' kira chuckled.
kieran smiled at her before murmuring 'thank you' and turning around and exiting the small bathroom cubicle.
he then entered a room labeled employees only before removing his shirt and taking a new one from the hanging rack.
kira had done an awful job at removing the stain; she spent half her time in there day-dreaming.
just as he was about to throw his stained shirt into the hamper, his fingers brushed passed something in it's top pocket.
kieran reached inside, pulling out a crumpled piece of lined notebook paper, which made a large grin grow slowly across his face.
how about we go get coffee some place where the staff don't drop your order down their shirt.
there we can talk and really get to know each other somewhere other than a bathroom cubicle
07*** ******
~kira~
~~~
a/n:
helloo
hope you enjoyed the first story because idek if this is what you guys were expecting or
i will try and update about once or twice a week, so hopefully a new story will be out next wednesday.
oh and btw, happy 5sos anniversary day!
the band's three years old, that's scary.
they grow up so fast *wipes away tear*
-dt
