MM: So, this is originaly a SinRin (SinB and Yerin of Gfriend) fanfic by my favorite author EyesForSR.

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Hot, slim, sweet but strong.

Wish I was describing her ideal girlfriend, but no, I was just talking about her choice of coffee.

She was there again, isolated from the rest of the world by her space gray in-ear Beats, sitting in the
same corner table by the window farthest from the door with that annoying chime that announces
every customer's ingress and egress. She always brought with her that green Perrier bottle like she
was some meticulous rich kid who never drank water if it wasn't natural, sparkly and French. The way she walked past everyone was almost
fiendish that it felt like she owned the planet and every breathing creature should move aside to give her more than enough space she needs for
passage. She always came alone and didn't carry anything but a retractable pen clipped to a black notebook, that rich-kid water bottle, her phone and presumably a credit card

It's not like I didn't expect her to be there at four in the afternoon on a Wednesday. To be honest, that
day was the fourteenth time I've noticed her in that place, always pushing through the glass door
by 4pm, M-W-F, bringing in with her a distinctive condescending air. And on all the fourteen occasions, she wore the same style of clothing. It was always similar that I can already predict what I'd find in her closet. Not that I wanted to rake through her wardrobe, I'm just saying that she's become predictable to me now that we're on that
topic.

Like I said, she wore the same clothes, comfortable and nothing flashy: black sneakers, tight jeans and ridiculously enormous sweatshirts that were dark in shade and mostly without hoods because she always had a dad hat on. It was frustrating that she donned a cap in spite being indoors because it obscured her line of sight (and my line of sight to her eyes). With a hat always casting a shadow over her face, all I can gawk at were her interestingly cute lips that seemed repellant of smiles. 

Consistency is not a virtue but maybe it was for her. She followed a scheme with her choice of clothes and restaurant visits, and I'm guessing she
drank the same coffee too. Hot caramel macchiato only with non-fat milk, an extra shot of espresso
and one less pump of vanilla syrup. She liked it sweet but more coffee-y. Okay, I wasn't just guessing. She, in fact, ordered the same thing every time because on all the instances that I waited for her to leave, I read the receipts she left crumpled on her table. There was one time that I had to read through a coffee-soaked paper because she dunked the receipt ball into her half- drank cup. I wasn't desperate, I was just curious. 

Well, I was really curious. There was just one thing that was off the consistency radar. Her coffee cups never had the same name written on them, which expectedly irritated me because I could not give her the right name when I thought of her.

Yes, after several days of just observing her and not daring to come any closer, I've developed a preposterous habit of letting her run incessantly through my mind. I've been thinking about her like I had nothing else to do the whole day. I've been thinking about who she was and what she had that turned my curiosity volume to full blast.

Was it the surreptitious way she approached the counter to order the same coffee over and over? A
few times, while pretending to concentrate on a newspaper or a magazine I injudiciously snatched
from the rack, had sat near the counter to catch her brief conversation with the cashier. But my
effort was futile that even the sound of her voice l couldn't hear. Every time was just a few seconds of indistinctive exchange. It came to a point where I thought that she might have written her order in that notebook and just showed it to the order taker just to elude talking Or was it the fact that all she ordered was coffee in a place that's not actually a coffee shop? I've tried half their menu and I cannot imagine how a normal person could leave that place skipping the desserts section or was it because of the different names she had them write on the cup? I have been thinking that those were the names of her ex-girlfriends. But not a single name repeated in those fourteen times I've checked, and that made me curious as to how many ex-lovers can someone actually have. Or was it the villainous way she walked? Or the arrogance in her aura? I know I was too quick to presume about the arrogance part, but for
someone who was a regular in that place, I expected her to be a tad friendly to the restaurant
staff. But she was not, despite the smiles and jovial welcome she received from them; she was not friendly to anyone but her notebook.
Or was it the fact that she never smiled? Was it because I always sat alone but she never approached to just share a table? But I haven't
approached her either in spite of my very social nature, so, I don't understand how I cannot expect
a total stranger to behave the same. Whatever the reasons are, after fourteen days, I was itching to get to know her. I needed to know something and not even her unreceptive stance could stop me.

Friday, 3:45PM
I was fifteen minutes early so, of course, her favorite table was still empty. I decided to disturb her homeostasis by taking her spot, hoping that she would sit close to the same corner of restaurant since she favored that side of the room anyway.

She came that day. But she pushed the door ajar only to close it again after peeking in. She turned around and walked away from the restaurant. I
was disappointed more than how I expected to be that day. I wore a really pretty dress that I thought
made me look extra friendly in the hopes that I could spark a small talk. But the only thing that sparked that afternoon was the wick of my curiosity candle. She obviously saw me and decided it was a good day to break her monotonous M-W-F coffee drinking streak.

The fact that it was Friday frustrated me more because it meant that I had to wait through theweekend before l could have another shot
at meeting her. It was funny and probably absurd to be going through all the trouble to get to know
someone who obviously was disinterested in all forms of human connection. But, one day of
rejection won't lower my morale.

Monday, 3:48PM
I did not make a mistake of taking her seat and scaring her away. Instead, I sat on the table in front of hers. But when she was done silently ordering her unchanging drink, she stood motionless by the waiting area before walking out of the restaurant with a to-go cup.

If I didn't wear my favorite heels that day, I might have run out to ask her to stay. But thinking about it now felt like l was stalking her, and running
after her would definitely frighten her more. The last thing I wanted to happen was to seem like a nuisance to her untroubled world, so, despite the alarming escalation of my frustration, I've decided to wait for Wednesday.

Wednesday, 4:08PM
Too afraid to drive her away again, I made it a point to come minutes after her arrival that day.And sure enough, she was already by the corner
wearing a humongous blue Stussy sweatshirt and jeans, trapped in her own music-secluded planet.
But I instantly noticed that something was missing from her table- the coffee cup. It was odd that she
has not ordered yet.

I pushed my way through the entrance and sat two tables away from her. I hated that part of the
restaurant because there was always high traffic as it was closest to the washrooms. No one hardly
ever sat there but I wanted to have a better view of her, so, I endured the carelessness of the customers who didn't bother to apologize after
hitting my chair with their purses or their idle feet. Gladly, my head was not smacked with bags of
women who either sashayed or sprinted hastily to the narrow corridor behind me to be saved from
an accident by the lavatory. I thought it would have been embarrassing if she saw me clamber out of the place with a bloody scalp before we even exchanged names.

After i've finally settled myself on the chair which I strategically positioned to be directly facing her, I saw her promenade to the counter with her ever-haughty character. I followed her every step until I was certain that she returned to her seat to wait
for her order. A few minutes passed, then she rose again after being called a name that was different from all the fourteen names I've seen her answer to.

My curiosity wick has naturally sparked into flames again but it took almost fifteen minutes before I successfully convinced myself that I was ready to approach her. But when I stood up and started threading toward the opposite side of the
room, she hurriedly collected her notebook and pen before heading to the door while nimbly spinning the cord of her earphones around her
phone. ln a few strides, she was gone.

I didn't want to assume that she left because she knew I was going her direction. But after checking
on her almost untouched coffee cup and the unopened Perrier bottle she forgot, I couldn't help but feel offended by her flight.

Was I intrusive? But I haven't even trespassed her personal space. Was I making her uncomfortable with my stares? But she has never even looked my way to know that I was watching her. Was I too assertive? Yet it took me fifteen days to come near; that was five weeks of just existing quietly several feet away from her. I didn't see my behavior as aggressive for one to be that scornful to walk away.

If there was something that changed after her unwarranted exile, it was that the frustration was now heightened by the feeling of unfair judgment.

Not only was l curious about her, now I couldn't stop wondering why she seemed to have been avoiding me, my nearness to be specific. She was
unbothered by my presence in the same restaurant until I started inching closer. I felt slighted by her actions. I assumed that I may not be the most attractive person she'll ever meet, but I know damn well that I was pretty, and I mean that I am above average when it comes to looks that I've been told many times that I could pass for a doll. I might be too girly for her liking but I dress well and decently, and I don't care if I need to wear rugged clothes pretty sure I would rock any outfit. I am smart and diligent in school and I sure can carry not only sensible but also interesting
conversations. I know she'll enjoy my company only if she gave me a chance I have pleasing personality, people skills, I'm hardworking and confident. All of a sudden, it felt like I was convincing myself that I could ace a job interview. It bothered me more that I had to think of the possible flaws that prevented me from
getting through her thick wall of social reservations. I wasn't aware of how drawn I was to her until I realized I was excessively and
unreasonably affected by my failure to impress my name-changing crush.

lt caused a cringe just thinking about how I considered her my crush despite not having seen her full face yet