The Coffee Shop

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You've been in a good mood the past few mornings, but none can compare to the one you're in now. You feel absolutely ecstatic.

You practically jump out of your bed when your alarm goes off. You go into the bathroom and do your skincare and brush your teeth. You make your hair look neat, keeping it natural again. You walk over to your suitcase and pull out a sage green u-neck shirt and some high waisted black jeans. You tuck in the shirt and slide on some black flats you brought in case you went somewhere. You put on the same black earrings from yesterday and a little mascara. You check the weather and it says that it will be sunny today, so you don't grab a jacket. You pick up your purse and walk out the door.

You are both excited and extremely nervous while on your drive to the coffee shop. You're going to the same one you went to before your lesson yesterday. You put on some music to try and lighten the mood, but your heart is racing. What if the date goes bad? Does he even consider it a date? You overthink every little thing, which is normal for you.

You arrive at the coffee shop at around 9:50, so you're ten minutes early. You walk in and pick a table next to some beautiful plants. You don't order your coffee yet, wanting to wait until Spencer arrives. You pull out your book to read while you wait. It's a nice moment. The chatter of the coffee shop, the sunlight on the plants, and you and your book. It makes your nerves calm.

"Dr. y/l/n?"

Your heart jumps. You whip your around and look behind you. Spencer is standing there, his hair untamed. He's wearing a dark blue button up shirt with a matching tie and a navy blue cardigan. He's wearing black slacks and black converse. He looks so cute. You stand up, but you don't go in to shake his hand. You just look into his hazel eyes.

"You can call me y/n." You say and you smile. He smirks back.

"Oh ok, well then you can call me Spencer." He looks into your eyes, and you get those butterflies again.

"Do you want to get some coffee?" You ask. What a stupid question you think to yourself. Of course he wants coffee. That's the whole reason you're here.

"Yeah, coffee sounds great." He says. He keeps eye contact until he steps to the side, waiting for you to go first. What a gentleman. You walk up to the counter and the barista greets you with a welcoming smile. "What can I get for you today?"

"Can I have a medium black coffee please?" She looks down at the tablet to type in your order. She looks up at Spencer.

"A medium brewed coffee please."

The barista puts his order in. "That will be $10.27."

You reach into your purse to grab your wallet, but Spencer gives her his credit card before you can.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I can pay for mine." You say. You feel a little bad when people buy you stuff. Especially strangers.

"No, it's ok. This ones on me." He smiles at you and you smile back, but this time you don't look down. Is that a slight blush on his cheeks?

Both of you step to the side to wait for your coffees. "Thank you." You say to Spencer.

"Of course." He says. He really is a gentleman.

"So a black coffee, do you like bitter tastes?" He asks, looking down at you with his hands in his pockets.

You scoff a little bit and look at him. "No, quite the opposite actually. I just like the taste of black coffee, I add a lot of creamer to dial down the bitterness."

"Doesn't the creamer take away from the taste?"

"Not for me. I have a strange palette." You laugh at your own remark. You feel stupid for a second but he laughs with you. Something about that moment makes you feel good inside.

"Spencer?" The barista calls.

He grabs both of your coffees and walks back over to you. He follows you to the front of the shop where the creamer and sugar is located. You take your coffee from him and pour in a bunch of creamer until the coffee is a nice caramel color. You look over and see Spencer dumping packet after packet of sugar, but you don't judge. You sip your coffee and feel the warm liquid run down your throat.

"Why do you put so much sugar in your coffee?" You ask. You immediately regret it. "Not that I'm judging you, I just-"

"No, it's okay." He interrupts. He obviously doesn't want you to feel bad, and that makes you feel better. "I have to stay awake and wake up early a lot because of my job, so I add a ton of sugar into my coffee because the caffeine doesn't do it for me anymore." He stirs his coffee and you look at how his fingers wrap around the spoon. He picks up the cup to take a sip, and you notice how his entire hand fits around it.

"Do you want to go sit down?" He asks. You really hope that he didn't notice you staring.

"Oh, um- sure." You say, completely flustered. You two walk back to your table beside the plants and sit down.

"So I noticed you were reading before I got here, what book is it?" He asks. He's still looking into your eyes, making it hard for you to focus on talking.

"It's um- It's called The Sun is Also A Star by Nicola Yoon. It's pretty good, I just started it a few days ago."

"What's it about?"

You pull it out of your purse and hand it to him.
"So there's this girl named Natasha who's in the process of being deported to Jamaica, and a boy named Daniel who has really strict parents that want him to be a doctor but he's a poet. They meet at a record store, run into each other a few times after that, and they end up falling in love. But the problem is Natasha is being deported and Daniel doesn't know so she has to try to figure out a way to stay in America. It's a beautifully written book, but I prefer Nicola Yoon's Everything Everything. It's about-" You pause and realize you're rambling. That's usually what happens when you're passionate or excited about stuff. You look at Spencer. He has that look in his eyes once again. "Sorry, I ramble when I talk about stuff I like." You say, blushing.

"No, it's quite alright. I ramble a lot too." He hands you the book. "I read the first few chapters, It seems pretty good."

You look back at him confused. You may have been rambling, but it couldn't have been for more than
a minute.

"The first few chapters? Do you mean pages?" You ask.

"No. I can read 20,000 words per minute, so I read a few chapters while you were talking."

"That must be why you have three PhDs, that's quite the skill."

"Actually I have three PhDs because of my eidetic memory and an IQ of 187. I don't really believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified with a number, but I've been told I'm somewhat of a genius." He chuckles a little, signaling that he was trying to make a joke.

You sit there staring at him. You can't believe it. He really is a genius. And a cute one too. You notice that he looks uncomfortable, like he thinks he's made things weird. You want him to know that he didn't.

"That's amazing." You say. "I wish I was that smart, I could've been a registered psychologist by now." You laugh. He does too, his smile showing through a little bit.

"You know, in some places your double major in sociology could give you a job as a psychologist." He says. "And if you're as good at your job as you are at teaching, you should be all set."

His words flatter you. You blush again, taking another sip of your coffee.

"What about you, what kind of books do you like to read?" You ask.

"I mostly read old literature, I'm not one for modern day authors." The way he speaks makes you feel comfortable.

"Who's your favorite author then?" You ask.

He sits for a second and furrows his eyebrows. His hands twist his coffee cup around a few times as he licks is lips. You don't think you'll ever get tired of that.

"You know, I really couldn't tell you. I love every book I read." He says. God, how is he so hot and adorable at the same time?

"Do you have a favorite author or book?" He asks. He sips his coffee but keeps eye contact with you.

"I'm a big lover of the Harry Potter series. Im not a huge fan of the author though." You say. He smiles at you, and you do it back. The amount of times you've smiled because of him is absolutely insane.

"I've never read them. I've seen one of the movies though, It was interesting."

"Do you remember which one?" That's another stupid question, of course he remembers.

"Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince."

"That's my favorite book in the series! My favorite movie is the Chamber of Secrets though." You sound like a total nerd right now. But you feel comfortable around him, like you don't have to hide your true self. Hopefully he feels the same way.

"So you live in DC too, right?" You ask. You've wanted to know all day.

He nods, his body shifting a little bit. "Yeah, but I work in Quantico."

"That's cool. I've never been to Quantico before. Do you have to drive there everyday, or do you-"

"Can I ask you a question?" He interrupts. You're surprised. He doesn't seem like the kind of person to do that.

"Um- Yeah, of course." You say. You're kind of scared for what he's going to say next.

"Why did you ask me out?" He says.

Oh no.

Is he having a bad time? Does he not like you? Your head is full of thoughts, but all you can do is answer his question.

"I really enjoyed talking and teaching with you at William and Mary. You seem like a really interesting person." You look down and start to spin your coffee cup. "And I think that you're um- attractive." You regret adding that last part but the way he's looking at you right now is a little intimidating. You kinda like it.

"So you didn't ask me out because I'm a FBI agent?" He asks. He keeps eye contact with you. Is he profiling you right now? If so, it's a little hot.

"Of course not. I prefer personality and intellect over brawn."

He looks relieved. His posture is a little more relaxed and he looks down at his coffee.

"Sorry I interrupted you, it's just that most of the time all people want me to talk about is my job. When you started talking about Quantico I panicked a little bit." He looks genuinely sorry, and a little angry at himself.

"It's ok, I totally get it. Don't feel like you have to discuss certain topics with me, whatever you're comfortable with is what I want."

He looks up from his coffee and smirks a little. He gives you that unfamiliar look again, and for a moment you feel like you might drown in his eyes.

"Do you want to get out of here? There's a little bookstore down the street and I've been wanting to take a look."

You feel relieved and very excited. Maybe he really does like you. You check the time- it's 10:30. You were planning to leave at around 12:00, but if things go well maybe you'll delay your trip a little bit.

"Yeah, let's do it." You say.

As you walk out of the coffee shop, You feel the chilly air on your face. You shiver a bit- The weather app obviously lied to you.

"Here, take my jacket. I have on enough layers." Says Spencer. It's already off and he's holding it in front of you.

"Oh, I'm okay. I can survive a walk in the cold." You say.

"I insist." He says, smiling. He dumps the jacket in your arms and you put it on, feeling the warmth start to build up. It smells like coffee and old books. You love it.

You two walk to the bookstore and talk the whole way. Just you and him, smiling and walking down the streets of Williamsburg. If only you could stay in this moment forever.

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THIS CHAPTER TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE because I tried really hard to make Spencer sound like himself.
But the next chapter is going to be even better.... bookstores with Spence are just ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿฅณ
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