ahahah. ahah. ah... iâm really sorry. more sorrys on the next âannouncementâ but yeah, thatâs the first âlongâ imagine of this blog. i received a bunch of rowoon requests so this might end up being like a tiny series idk. enjoy. (and you can yell at me in my message box i accept everything)
âI hate coffee,â you mumbled, peeking at your full cup, the dark liquid still steaming heavily.
âI donât even get why you ordered it, honestly.â
âI told you, I panicked !â you yelled-whispered, getting closer to your friend just to make sure none of the tired university students around you would hear.
It was a rain-filled Saturday morning, days away from your last exams of the year. If you were more the type to study at home, in the comfort of your own room, your friend was more the type to go around and settle down in some obscure cafes a few people knew about.
For once, you decided to tag along; you were far ahead of your revisions so it wouldnât matter if this study session wasnât productive.
And it already felt like that was exactly what was going to happen considering that the barista got you speechless, just a few seconds after you stepped a foot inside, having you panicking as he asked you what you wanted for the third time since you were too caught up in your âomg heâs hand-someâ. Next thing you knew, you sat down at a table with an americano, thing that you hated to guts while your friend was laughing out loud at your idiocy. And there was nothing more clichĂŠ than an americano at that.
âThat was epic. He was just talking and you just looked at him like a-,â your friend started, not even able to finish their sentence. A few people around you gave you reprobative looks and you mastered your sorry face, letting according words slip out of your mouth.
After your friend finally regained their composure -which they took all their time to do, you both got your laptops, books, notebooks and basically everything you needed to finally start studying.
Did you manage to get everything in your head ? Absolutely not. No way when all you seemed to be able to do was to glance over the counter to see the oh so handsome barista laughing and chatting with his tinier co-worker.
You sighed and let your head bump onto the table, whining like a child. âI never should have followed you,â you cried out as your friend rolled his eyes. âThatâs not my fault you got hit by Cupid, kid,â they talked back but patted your head apologetically.
Still, the hours passed and before you knew it, it was time to go.
You packed up your things and sighed for the hundredth time before following your friend through the exit.
As you picked a last glance at the cute barista, you met eyes with him and he smiled at you before handing a cup to your direction. After a few âme⌠what⌠are you sureâŚâ you made your way to him and got it.
âIâŚâ he nervously passed his hand on the back of his neck, his smile suddenly turning nervous. âI⌠got your order wrong Iâm sorry and I was too scared to tell you because you see I only realised it after you sat down and I thought that⌠I donât know what I thought I was just scared to go and tell you and maybe youâd get mad at actually hate me and please come back I promise Iâm not that bad I was just really startled by you I asked three times what you wanted you didnât even have time to answer Iâm sorry itâs just that I-â
His co-worker laughing his ass off got him to stop and lock his eyes on the counter, blushing like crazy. You had stood still during his whole speech, your mouth opening a little bit more out of stupefaction as time went by. You looked at your friend who, as you shouldâve expected, was trying not to laugh like the co-worker. Of absolutely no help, then.
âItâs fine,â you looked at his name tag, âRowoon. I thought it was what I ordered anyway.â
Rowoon raised his head, obviously relieved that you were not mad or anything he was expecting.
You all stood there in silence, your friend still holding it in, the co-worker finally calming down and you both looking at each other, not really knowing what to say.â
âWell,â your friend then said, cutting through the silence, âwe should go now.â
You nodded and looked back at Rowoon, trying to give your less embarrassed and nervous smile possible.
âHoping to see you tomorrow,â he then added before being called by his co-worker crying for help after dropping something.
You turned back to your friend with wide eyes as they gave you a thumbs up. Of course, you were coming back tomorrow.
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