I'd planned to do this post earlier, but I've been so lazy as of late I just.
Well. Didn't do it, duh.From henceforth, I shall refer to him as B.Barista namely because
a) I want to keep his identity fairly anonymous
and
b) it's just so much funner this way, don't you think?
Here's how we met via tumblr:
i’m jittery
(isn’t that such a fun word?).My get-through-the-day coffee was making me tremble, but here I am lining up for another expresso shot. I woke up late but managed to sneak into class without my professor knowing any better, much to the bemusement of my girlfriends. We’re on our break now, which meant that I had spent exactly five minutes at my desk before everyone was dismissed.The blonde barista is working today. Right now, he was busy pulling at the coffee lever with one hand; his other one was wrapped up in a cast and, most likely the result of being an art student, graffiti’d beyond recognition of one. He looks up expectedly and flashes me one of those Colgate-smiles.Before I say anything, he runs up my order and triumphantly serves my coffee before I even reached the counter.“Um, thanks.” I fish out my card from my wallet. “D’you guys take card?”“Yeah, but there’s a minimum, unfortunately.” He gestures towards the jars of cookies and muffins. “Would you like a muffin?”I really wouldn’t. “Alright,” I say resignedly. He swipes my card through the machine, but after a moment it comes up as being declined. Embarrassed, I tried to explain myself: “I swear there’s money on that card.”He’s bemused. “Are you sure about that?” I insist that my card always fails to work at inappropriate times and after three more attempts, it mercifully ran through. By the end of it, we were both laughing and pretending there wasn’t a group of annoyed people lining up behind me.“I’m so sorry,” I apologise sheepishly and turned to leave with my coffee.“Wait, don’t forget your muffins.” He all but throws me the brown bag and I quickly weave through the coffeehouse traffic, aware of the dagger-looks everyone was giving me for taking so long.By the time I got back to my table and relayed what happened to my girlfriends, I realised his use of plurals wasn’t an accident—he’d given me three extra muffins and those annoying yo-yo biscuits everyone else seems to love. As predicted, the girls insist that I went back to get his number “because he is like, so adorable!”.“I can’t,” I say, trying to reason with my irrational friends, “his manager is there, and I would rather not be banned from the one coffee shop on campus, guys.” I shrug. “Besides, I need to stop being so impulsive. It has never worked out for me. I should just resign myself to the fact that Melbourne is not the place where it is okay for girls to approach guys.”“Stop being a pussy,” Elaina says dryly. I remain steadfast in my decision to stop being myself for one day and ignore their protestations, changing the topic to the upcoming pub crawl we were all going to.After a while, we all voted to go back to class but Elaina decides she wanted a hot chocolate beforehand. She drags me to the counter and the barista grins at us.“Order for me,” she mutters and looks through her bag.I roll my eyes at her before turning to him. “Could I grab a hot chocolate please?”“Sure, is that all you want for today?” Before I could reply, Elaina cuts in.“Actually, I think she’d like your number as well,” she blurts out. My face flushes so hot that it feels as though someone had lit my skin on fire. I open my mouth to say something, anything really, but he beats me to it.“Sure. Can I have your phone for a sec?” Elaina pulls my phone out of my back jeans pocket and hands it to him. He adds his number and hands it back to me.“She’ll call you,” my friend says, nudging me out the door.“I hope she does.”When we were finally outside, I spin around and shake her playfully.
“You are so embarrassing!” I cry out between laughs. “It was so awkward standing there!”
She giggles. “I know, sorry! I just thought you had to go for it.”
“I didn’t want to! Oh god, promise me you’ll never attempt to wingman me ever again.”
“Promise me you won’t stop being crazy impulsive. If you stopped randomly hitting on guys, what are we going to have to talk about over coffee?”
“Point taken.”
It was probably the least romantic, least remarkable and significant, of all meetings. And yet fast forward through everything and we've reached a point where B.Barista has become a part of my daily routine; so pointedly embedded into my every day life that it feels strange not to be talking to him at the end of every night, recounting the day in minute details, regardless of whether or not we'd spent the whole time together.
He's very charming, and he makes me laugh and every time he smiles I get this feeling that leaves me feeling breathless. He knows how to handle me even when I'm experiencing one of my wide spectrum of emotions and it's an incredible feeling knowing someone simply gets me just like that.
He makes me very happy. I'm really grateful to have him in my life at the moment. This post seems rather incomplete somehow, like it's not really my style of writing. I'm just a tad tired, tis'all. Shall update some more tomorrow :) Goodnight all.













































