Cullen and Izzalea in coffeshop au
Absentmindedly, Izzy twirls her hair and her coffee straw while staring at the handsome barista, and her tongue sneaks from between her lips to run along her skin in a mirror of where he has an enticing scar.
When she tips backwards to keep his moving body in her line of sight, she is dumbfounded by the crash of her chair, and the brown magma now splashed all over her front, and she is trapped in the piercing amber sights of the hot barista as he runs to her yelling, “Are you alright, Trevelyan?”
He knows my name...she thinks, and she takes his hand when offered - shoving away the others who come to her rescue - her eyes locked on his and her skin tingling from more than just coffee burns...however humiliating, this could be her in with the golden haired man.
