3. Falling in love at a Cofee Shop
Cora slipped her glasses onto her head as she entered Starbucks. She inhaled the familiar scent of baked goods and freshly brewed coffee. Smiling, she became the caboose of the very short line.
"Goodmorning, what can I get you today?" the cheery girl, her name tag read Sherri, asked Cora from behind the counter.
"Can I have a tall, Java Chip frappachino?" Cora ordered, already pulling out her money.
"Sure! Will that be all for today?" Sherri asked, punching buttons on her register.
"Ye-" Cora began, but was cut off.
"Make that two, please." a husky voice said from behind her, his toned arm extending his credit card. Sherri's face was a mixture of shock and delight as she quickly swiped the card.
"They'll be here right away." she squeaked, running to give the order. Cora furrowed her eyebrows, turning around to tell the mystery person that wasn't necessary. What she was greeted with were a pair of heart melting green eyes and a blinding smile.
"Hello, love." he greeted her. "Let's walk to the counter, yeah?"
He was so familiar to her, but Cora was never good with faces. She shuffled her feet to the counter, still studying him.
"What?" he grinned. "It there something in my teeth?"
Cora rolled her eyes at his cheesy comment. "No, you just look like someone I know."
"You don't know me?" he asked, taken aback.
"Should I?" she asked, a bit annoyed at his arrogance.
"Well, it's just most people do. But it's better you don't, maybe." he smiled.
"Well, whatever that means..." she mumbled. "You didn't have to do that, back there, let me pay you back."
Cora reached for her wallet, but his hand stopped hers. "Nonsense." he shook his head. "I never let a pretty girl pay for drinks."
Cora pursed her lips, but was pleased with his compliment. "What's you name?" she asked, squinting at him.
"Harry." he held out his hands. "Harry Styles."
The name sent a shock of realization through Cora, her eyes widening. "That's how I know you." she whispered, happy she had figured it out. "But I'm Cora. Headley."
Harry took her hand and brought it to his lips, peering at her from over their hands. "Pleasure to meet you." he murmured against her knuckles, making her shiver.
Sherri slid their drinks to them, giving a sugary smile. "Enjoy your day!" Cora smiled and thanked her, picking up her drink.
"Sit with me?" Harry asked.
Cora bit her lip, glancing at her phone for the time. It wouldn't hurt to sit with him, he had payed for her after all. "Sure."
Harry placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her to a table in the corner. He pulled out her chair for her, bowing slightly, a cheesy grin on his face.
"So," he said once he had seated himself. "you prefer the drummer, eh?"
Cora waited to finish taking a sip of her drink before answering. "Maybe."
"I know a drummer, I could hook you up." there was a mocking glint in his eyes that made Cora want to hit him.
"I don't need you to play matchmaker for me, thank you." she rolled her eyes.
"I was hoping you'd say that." he smirked, sipping his straw.
She cocked a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Oh? And why's that?"
"Because I want you." he said huskily, his eyes boring into hers. Cora swallowed thickly.
"This conversation has gone far enough." Cora said, an edge of anger to her voice. "Bye, Harry."
"Wait," he covered her hand with his. "Don't I get your number?"
"No." onmouseover="imprv(this)" onmouseout="imprv_c()" she said flatly, pulling her hand away and spinning on her heel.
As Cora walked away, she kept throwing glances over her shoulder only to see Harry shaking his head, smirking to himself. He met her eyes once and gave a little wave. Cora's cheeks flushed and she let out a little 'humph'.
There was something about him, that made Cora despise him.
Bleh! This was off my phone, sorry if it's not that good, but I kind of liked it myself! Heart it, share it, I love you!