The coffee shop was never my kind of place. At least, not at first. I much preferred to enjoy my coffee in the silence of my own home, maybe with a nice bowl of cereal or sometimes an egg sandwich if I was feeling fancy. But then it just showed up, way too close to my house, just taunting me with promises of fancy lattes poured by cute girls who knew just how to do that neat thing where they draw designs in the foam.

So one day I went, planning to partake in so many delicious coffee beverages and tasty baked treats. And well, it kind of sucked. Okay, no, it was just really bad. The coffee was worse than what I can make at home, the barista was a bit of an ass, and they somehow managed to make a scone so bad that if the British found out they would invade right on the spot.

But it all didn't matter, because you were there. I was about to leave, when you walked in, and then I did this little awkward shuffle thing and sat back down. Just to people watch. Okay, to sneak little glances at you while your ordered some kind of coffee drink. And then I watched as you tried it, and you made the cutest little look of disgust ever.

But then came of moment of panic, because something happened. You looked at me. And I didn't look away, I just smiled and then you smiled back. Only then did I look away, but it was too late, the damage had been done. I was hooked, by that cute smile and those gorgeous eyes. You left a little while after, giving me just the smallest waves as you walked out the door.

And that's how I became a regular at the worst coffee shop in the world.

Hey! So for some reason we both ended up at a coffee shop that makes it painfully obvious why the Starbucks down the street is so busy. Let's chat, talk, make each other laugh, and then maybe head out together to get some good coffee. Who knows what could happen after that.