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Espresso Infatuation - part 1
Why do I even bother with mornings?
You stumble into your favorite coffee shop, seeking your usual caffeine fix.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee greets you as soon as you open the door, instantly making everything seem better.
This place is like a second home to you, with its cozy atmosphere, rustic wooden furniture, and friendly baristas who know exactly how you take your latte.
You order your usual caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso, relishing the anticipation of that first sip.
As you wait by the counter, a man approaches to claim the spot next to you, his eyes fixed on the menu.
You can’t help but notice how he seems just as comfortable in this environment as you are.
“A caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso? That’s my drink!” You notice Days Union ordering the same beverage as you, and your surprise is evident on your face.
This small exchange of smiles sets off a conversation about your shared preference for this particular coffee concoction.
The barista calls out both your names, and you collect your drinks together, making your way to an empty table.
You settle in, sipping your macchiato and reveling in the delightful blend of caramel sweetness and strong espresso flavor.
It’s as if this drink were made just for you - a perfect balance of comfort and energy.
Days Union strikes up a conversation about music and art, and you find yourselves engaged in a lively discussion about shared interests, from indie bands to obscure artists.
His eyes twinkle behind his glasses as he talks animatedly, hands gesticulating for emphasis.
The more you talk, the more you realize that there is an easy rapport between you, and it feels natural to exchange thoughts and ideas with him.
“You know, I rarely meet someone with such a refined taste in music and art,” he says, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses.
You can’t help but feel flattered as the conversation continues, each of you offering recommendations for new bands or exhibitions to explore.
It seems like time is flying by as you share your passions with one another.
“There’s this concert coming up,” he suggests, handing you a flyer with details.
“I think you’d enjoy it.” You glance at the flyer and recognize the band name - they are an up-and-coming indie group that has been on your radar for a while now.
Initially hesitant about the prospect of attending a concert alone, you find yourself warming to the idea as Days Union describes his own excitement about the event.
Eventually, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you agree to attend the concert together.
As you prepare to leave the coffee shop, he raises his cup in a toast and says, “See you at the concert then.” You can’t help but feel an anticipation building inside you - not just for the event itself, but also for the opportunity to spend more time with this intriguing stranger who shares your interests.
The chapter ends abruptly as YN leaves the coffee shop, the cliffhanger being her thoughts about meeting Days Union again at the concert and potentially exploring their connection further.
You enter the concert venue, heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anxiety.
The air is thick with anticipation as people crowd around, chatting animatedly about their favorite songs or bands they’ve seen in the past.
You scan the sea of faces, searching for Days Union - the artist you met at the coffee shop just days ago.
The concert venue itself is an intimate space, dimly lit with colorful lights casting a warm glow over everything.
The stage sits elevated at one end, flanked by speakers that promise powerful acoustics once the show begins.
You’ve opted for a sleek black dress and heels, accentuating your curves while maintaining an air of sophistication.
A simple gold necklace hangs around your neck, drawing attention to your collarbones, and your hair is styled in loose waves that cascade over your shoulders.
As you continue scanning the crowd, a familiar figure catches your eye.
Days Union stands near the bar, sipping on a beer while chatting with another concertgoer.
His fitted jeans and button-down shirt are complemented by his unruly curls, which seem to have a life of their own as they bounce around whenever he gestures animatedly.
Relief washes over you at the sight of him, and you make your way through the crowd towards him.
He notices you approaching and flashes that charming smile that’s already becoming familiar.
“I’m glad you made it,” he says, his eyes raking over you appreciatively.
“So am I,” you reply with a grin, suddenly feeling more at ease knowing that you have someone to share this experience with.
You introduce yourselves properly and exchange pleasantries before the concert starts.
The moment the first band takes the stage, the energy in the room skyrockets.
The music washes over you, the thumping bass vibrating through your entire body as you sway along with the rhythm.
Days Union stands close to you, his eyes alight with excitement as he absorbs every note and beat.
As the night wears on, the crowd presses in closer together, bodies touching and merging into one cohesive mass of energy.
You find yourself pressed against Days Union’s side, your arms occasionally brushing against each other as you both move to the music.
Each accidental touch sends a jolt through your body, an electric current that leaves you longing for more.
His hand brushes against yours as you both applaud the band after an especially moving performance.
Your eyes meet and hold for a moment longer than necessary - a silent acknowledgement of the spark between you.
A heat begins to build within you, ignited by his nearness and the intensity of the music.
The final act takes the stage, and the crowd erupts into cheers and applause.
As the band launches into their first song, Days Union leans in close to your ear so that he can be heard over the noise.
“I’ve really enjoyed tonight,” he says, his voice barely audible over the music.
His eyes, however, speak volumes - conveying a depth of emotion and desire you hadn’t anticipated.
A silent exchange passes between you both as the night draws to a close.
The songs blend together in your mind, each note punctuated by the growing attraction between you.
When it’s time to leave, Days Union walks with you towards the exit, navigating the throngs of people still lingering around the venue.
“Let’s do this again,” he suggests, his eyes holding yours in a way that makes your heart skip a beat.
You nod, unable to find words as the prospect of a future together takes shape in your mind.
As you part ways, a mix of excitement and anticipation swirls within you.
The night has been filled with moments that have shifted something within you - something that can no longer be ignored or denied.
And as you walk away, you know that this is only the beginning.