snapshot #5

The first time she saw him was on the way to her part time job.

He had accidentally bumped into her, spilling his new Frappuccino over her white blouse. It was the most clichéd moment she had ever been in since her birth fifteen years ago. Adding the fact that she had conveniently worn a black bra underneath that supposedly thick shirt, she couldn’t think of a better moment to meet a cute guy. Then again, she was late to work and she didn’t have her uniform.

She had cursed at the cold liquid, jumping backward a little as he gasped in shock. He apologized immediately after the surprise evaporated. Tissues, napkins, handkerchiefs and multiple apologies were thrown at her in the hassle of getting rid of the chocolate stains. When she looked up to yell at the person who bumped into her, she felt her entire body melt.

Emerald.

His eyes were a brilliant green that somehow lulled her into a sense of a security that she had never felt before. It was as if everything froze in that moment in time. He stared at her and she stared at him; blue met green. And everything seemed okay again. There was no chocolate Frappuccino stain, no currently see through shirt, no wad of tissues being thrown about, and there was definitely no problem any longer.

“Can I make it up to you with a cup of coffee?” he asked nervously, hand rubbing the back of his neck. One, two, three.