‘Iced Mochas’ – Love Story // Writing Challenge 2020 – Day 3 🦋

Hey popcorns 🍿

So I hope you can all forgive me for the ending of ‘Failed To Deliver’ and you’re not still fuming at me! 😂

Also, I know this is a day late but I really wasn’t feeling great yesterday an pretty much tried to avoid doing everything that was required of me *sigh* 😂

So today/ tomorrow (I’m sorry XD) expect 2x Writing Challenges to make up for it you guys must be so happy, double the reading material!

Disclaimer: in any of my stories, I am not responsible for any loss of Kleenex due to you sobbing your eyes out and going through five packets, give or take 😊

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Writing Challenge 2020 Day 3: write a story about someone who falls in love

The queue was so long.

Honestly, all I wanted was an iced mocha to go and yet I was still four people away from it, and my patience was one person away from disappearing.

I had the patience of a not so very patient saint I thought as I agitatedly tapped my foot against the floor.

“No, no, NO! I asked for a medium decaf regular with a shot of almond syrup, not an extra large one!” The arrogant business man cried out, causing the barrister to stare down at their shoes with embarrassment.

The large, insensitive man muttered a ‘forget it’ before storming out of the cute coffee shop, slamming the door on his way out to make a dramatic exit.

People watching was more entertaining than Netflix dramas sometimes.

Shaking my head in astonishment, and wondering what I would have said if he had spoken to me like that, I didn’t realise I was at the front of the queue before the cashier grunted an impudent ‘what do you want?’ And I was forced out of my entertaining but slightly crazy thoughts.

“Can I have… an iced mocha to go please?”

I handed over the right mount of money and then proceeded to lean against the wooden counter, waiting for my drink.

I hadn’t noticed the man after me, but now I could see him quite clearly as he described that he would like an iced mocha to go, but with a lot more caffeine than chocolate.

Intense but so enchanting, his stormy eyes flicked through his wallet as he tried to find the right amount of money.

There really was no better way to put it, how I had not noticed him when I was deep in people watching, I do not know but now there was no not noticing him, because he was there: gorgeous brown locks and all.

He was HOT.

I realised how unattractive I looked, slouched across the counter so I stood up and pretended to be finding something in my bag, the classic thing to do when trying to get out of an awkward situation.

He walked over to the counter where I was stood behind and stopped a metre away from me, give or take, to take out his phone and frown at his screen as he rapidly typed out a reply to whatever had annoyed him.

“An iced mocha to go,” the cashier grunted, placing a scrumptious looking, deliciously cool chocolate-coloured drink.

“That will be for me!”

We both turned around and looked at each other at the same time, we’d both spoken the same words at exactly the same time.

“I ordered before you,” I retorted, reaching for the cup and sighing in delight as the coolness enveloped my hands and the sweet chocolatey smell flooded my nostrils. Pure heaven.

“You’ll actually find, I ordered before you,” he smiled, wrapping his hand around the other side of the cup.

“And you’ll actually find, that your incorrect,” I tightly smiled at him, pulling the cup my way so he had to step forward, a little closer to me, to maintain his grip on my precious baby (the mocha).

“Trust me, I’m never incorrect,” he smirked at me, pulling the mocha closer to him so I had to step forward, a little closer to him, to maintain my grip on the mocha.

How come this dude was so ignorant but so enticing at the same time?

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” I retorted, pulling the cup closer to me so that he had to step forward, so close to me, that I could feel his hot breath on my face.

Electricity fizzed in the air, a thousand bolts running through our veins, so close to exploding as the mocha stood between us.

Determined to save my mocha, I leaned down to take a sip, just at the same time as he did.

Our top lips brushed against eachother for a mere second, before I was pulling him and he was pulling me into a full blown kiss, fireworks ‘n’ all.

“We’ve got an iced mocha, more caffeine than chocolate to go here,” the cashier stated, placing the drink down on the table.

“No, I’m always right.”

I breathed into his ear as I sat down on the plush armchairs and motioned him to sit on the one opposite.

Who would have known you can meet your soulmate in a coffee shop?

So this is kinda a love story I think…?! It has a happy ending so no need to fume at me in the comments 😂

This isn’t my best work, it was cringe and kind of gross to be honest, but I don’t see a million drafts queueing up, so I went with it 💖

Did you get any feels in this at all? Did you think it was cringe? Which has been your favourite short story so far?

Happy reading and writing – that’s a wrap! 📚

Ps. Stay safe and say happy 😊