4- 'Hot Coffee'

A loud blaring sound of horn pulled my attention back to the present.

I had just stopped my car outside of the address that the GPS was showing, and although it were eight p. m., and the darkness of night had covered the residential area, all the lights were off of the home that I was standing outside at.

I checked my GPS again to see if I had made any mistake but the location was showing the same.

Then I remembered that my uncle had mentioned about a coffee shop that he ran after retiring from his position as a police officer when I had talked to him over phone three days ago.

This was actually after the long gap of thirteen years that I was going to see my uncle, Vincent.

I barely remembered the last time when I had seen him. I was about twelve years old then. I remembered running into his arms after seeing him enter the threshold of our house.

But then one day he stopped coming to our home. He did not even come to my parents’ funeral. It made me furious. But he was not there for me to pour out my anger.

I could not even talk to him, unless he called back. Over the course of years, I eventually stopped calling him.

He never called me on his own.

My mom always said that my uncle was always out there if I ever needed him.

Although I had not met him for almost thirteen long years, but when I decided to leave my life behind, he was the only person that came into my mind.

And to my surprise, when I called him awkwardly, unsure and fearing of even his number being active or not after all these years, he picked up my call.

When I asked if I could come to stay with him for a couple of days, he immediately said yes without any question asked.

I grabbed my phone from the dashboard and dialed Vincent’s number. Even after trying four times, it kept going to an engaged tone. I searched for the second address that Vincent had mentioned. It was of his coffee shop.

The address was about two miles away from my current location. Without waiting, I started driving again and did not stop until I was at the mentioned address.

I parked my car across the street and started walking towards the coffee shop that was right in the middle of a busy street of the main city.

Or let’s just call it a coffee shop.

From what I could see from outside, it looked nothing like a coffee shop.

The entryway was blocked by a Harley which almost looked like a deliberate mistake of wrong parking. Although the walls of the coffee shop were made of see through mirror from the front, most of it was covered with heavy curtains.

And the sign on the door said Welcome.

Umm.. from nowhere it looked like a warm welcome.

I managed to squeeze past the Harley and push open the door of the coffee shop.

The chiming bells over the doorway started ringing and my eyes went up to look at them in surprise while walking forward.

I had taken just two steps inside when my body collided with something hard and my footing slipped.

I fell hard on my ass and an ‘ooof’ sound left my lips.

My eyes had unknowingly closed with my fall and when I opened them, instead of a wall, my eyes took in a set of brown cowboy boots.

My eyes followed the path of those boots and took in the dark blue jeans clad muscular legs, and then a wide buckled waist to a white t- shirt covered rock hard chest, and then the most gorgeous fucking thing that I had ever seen.

A set of blue, almost black eyes stared down at me. His mouth curved in an amused smile.

The gorgeous thing standing in front of me had put his hands on the side of his waist over the belt, which was over his hips. The white t- shirt that was hugging his body like a second skin was stopping at the zip of his jeans.

“Want to get up?” He asked.

I blinked.

He extended his one hand down at me with a bit of laughter in his voice.

I blushed immediately.

Then without taking his hand I got up from the floor and looked up into his eyes.

“Are you a barista here?” I asked.

Although I had just made a fool of myself in front of him, I was not going to continue being one by showing him that I was completely smitten by his beauty.

He tilted his head to the side a little bit in a completely sexy move.

And let me tell you, I had never heard anyone call a head tilt sexy, but if a thing like that existed, I had just witnessed one.

“Something like that.” He replied.

“Can you please make me a coffee?”

Fuck! Now why the hell did I say that?

His eyes started looking like melting pools of dark ocean.