The warmth of the café enveloped her like a soft embrace,
It's rustic charm offering a cozy reprieve from the biting chill outside.
Strung lights hung from the wooden beams above,
Casting a golden glow that blended seamlessly with the earthy tones of the furniture.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet scent of pastries, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that made her heart flutter.
A chalkboard sign read, "Today's Special: Lavender Vanilla Latte."
She sat across from Yasha, a Russian guy in a black jacket and red inner T-shirt.
His laugh was easy and so was his smile, his deep voice promised nothing but bliss to her.
His dark, tousled hair framed a face carved from classically handsome features—the kind of face that made the world seem more enchanting.
And made women of all ages swoon over him.
And right now he was animatedly telling her about something but she didn't know what it was about.
But she wasn't paying attention to his words per say but were the words were coming from.
She absently sipped, on her latte, thinking, about his lips.
Those lips to her are the very definition of perfection to her.
Soft to the touch, with a natural shine that highlighted their beautiful colour.
And with just the right amount of moist, that brought her to cloud nine.
Whenever they brushed against her own lips.
Both her upper and lower ones.
She watched them move as he talked with the words entering one ear and leaving the other.
"Gosh only Heaven knows, what I would give to put myself on top of those lips right now."
She thought as she sucked from her straw.
She imagined a world where they were tangled in sheets.
Both covered in each other's sweat and heat.
But her day dream was cut short.
"Ahhh…Chloe I think you're done with your latte."
he said while gesturing to her cup that was now empty.
Her eyes widened as she glanced at the cup in her hands.
The latte, now reduced to dregs at the bottom of the cup, had been drained more quickly than she realized.
The frothy milk lingered like a fleeting thought, evidence of her stray attentions.
She chuckled softly putting it down on a coaster.
What a blunder, how could she let this happen on the very first date they've had ever since they got back together.
Now she looked like an airhead but she had an ace up her sleeve.
A power move in her arsenal for such situations, hiding from embarrassment with a cover of cuteness.
She twirled a strand her hair near her eye with a heart shaped tattoo underneath it, as she tucked it behind her ear, a playful smile dancing on her lips.
"I guess I got a little lost in thought,"
She replied, forcing a playful smile as her cheeks warmed feigning innocence.
A subtle mixture of innocence and cuteness, that also highlighted her tattoo an attack that worked on most basement dwellers.
It's effects were yet to be seen on Yasha.
[P.S Yasha likes to touch grass, so it might not be effective]
Yasha raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes.
"Lost in thought, can I ask what you're were thinking about?"
"It was nothing important, don't worry about it." she nonchalantly said, even though it was a lie.
He just stared until he leaned back in his chair sighed,
"Alright I won't press any further but you should know that anything on your mind is important to me."
And he turned to look outside with his palm on his chin.
She shifted in her chair, after those words were spoken she started rubbing her thighs in blue jean shorts together under the table.
Her mind flickered back to those lips, which may as well have been a siren's call.
Now more than ever the were calling to her, and unfortunately her ship was doomed.
"Damn, you're so hot." she absentmindedly uttered softly.
He turned and looked at her.
"I'm sorry Chloe but can you repeat what you said."
She coughed, realizing she said that out loud,
And with quick and 'flawless' precision thought of a little white lie.
"I said, It's real hot in here." She started fanning herself.
She didn't know if he'd believe her even though she was in a light crop shirt and blue jean shorts.
Yasha's jovial tone broke through the awkward silence.
"Oh, I thought I heard something else?" he covering his mouth and giving her a look
That look brought her mind in turmoil.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Did he hear what I said, No he didn't, Yes he did, No he did not, Yes he did."
But this bubble of turmoil was popped when he said.
A soft chuckle escaped him as he leaned back in his chair, the jovial ambiance around them reflecting his demeanor.
"It's getting kind of late," he said, glancing at the window where the sun prepared to slip below the horizon,
Casting an orange glow that illuminated their table.
"Should I escort you to your room at campus?"
She scratches her head, and said with a sweet smile, "How about your place instead."
He laughed, a deep, rich sound that made her smile blossom.
"Bold, already inviting yourself over at my place, are you sure about that." he leaned a bit closer.
It was announced like a challenge, and Chloe didn't feel like backing out.
And that was because she'd been waiting for any sign for one like this, and she was ready to be a player.
"Yeah I'm sure," she replied, biting her lip, feeling reckless, slightly removing her mask of innocence.
"Alright but before that, let's get this out of the way."
He waved his hand signaling for the bill, soon after a waiter came
A young man in his early twenties, with slick black hair.
"How would you like to pay with money or by card,"
It was said with a smile and an air of some who had learnt how to be pleasant.
Then Yasha pulled out his wallet from his black d€nim jeans.
"By card and remove $50 as a tip," and he removed his card from his wallet.
The young man's eyes lit up and he said.
"Thank you sir." and he began to process the payment with a device, and Yasha entered his details.
And he quickly left humming a tune.
And his attention went but to Chloe after the waiter left.
"Then I hope you don't regret anything that might happen tonight, my dear Claudia." a playful grin appeared on his face.
She couldn't help but respond with a seductive smile, "Then I hope you brought a condom."