Mark (1/1)

Shit, it was cold. Pulling my hat down lower on my ears, I glanced around for somewhere to warm up. A cute little coffee shop caught my eye between the thick flurries of snow in the air. I hurried towards it, my frozen feet aching. I sighed as a wave of warmth washed over me, bringin with it the smell of coffee. The shop was empty except for me and a single barista reading a book behind the counter. He glanced up when he heard the bell over the door jingle. Smiling shyly, he closed the book. "Can I help you?""Just a cup of coffee, thanks," I said, catching myself before I stuttered. He was beautiful. A long sleeved gray shirt with a wide collar that exposed the delicate tattoos tracing over his shoulders and up his neck. His features were delicate and pretty, full lips and sharp cheekbones. A thick-framed pair of glasses framed chocolatey eyes. Several earrings hung from his ears. Soft, dark red hair was styled in an attractive quiff. "It's cold out there, isn't it? You look half frozen," he remarked, turning away to make my coffee. "There hasn't been a whole lot of people coming in today.""It's freezing." I rubbed my cheeks, trying to work some feeling back into them. "I wouldn't have walked, but I missed my bus."He smiled as he handed me the coffee. "I'm Mark.""Y/n. How much do I owe you?"Mark shook his head. "It's on the house. You look like you need it. Winter sucks.""I like winter." I glanced at the snow covered windows. "I don't like being in it, but I like it. It's pretty. Everything all white and quiet." I blushed. "I should probably be going."The barista grabbed my arm over the counter. "Wait." His cheeks flushed red when I turned back to look at him. "Just wait until the storm calms down a bit. It's getting pretty dangerous out there." He was right. I couldn't even see the otherside of the street, the snow was coming down so hard. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to stay for a bit longer."I lost track of time as I talked with Mark. My coffee sat, cooling, as I listened to stories of how he and his friend Jackson got into ridiculous amounts of trouble (mostly caused by Jackson.) I shared of few of my own stories, though not as funny as his. We found out that we both attended the same college and made plans to meet up for lunch next Wednesday. Before I knew it, the light had faded from the windows. My phone buzzed: my roommate frantically asking where I was and if I was okay. I glanced at the time. "We've been talking for four hours," I said, giggling a bit. "I should probably get back to the dorm.""If you wait a moment, I can give you a ride." I nodded and Mark quickly closed the shop, grabbing his keys and leading me to where he parked. I directed him to my dorm building. "Y/n, I'm really glad you missed your bus." I froze, surprised as he leaned over and softly kissed my lips. "I'll see you Wednesday then?""Yeah. Wednesday."