Haunted by Love

eable, with not too m

uld bring their laptop and order a an aro

r a hand-brewed Yi

hiopian variety, medium roasted,

ired a skilled barista to f

ng the cup, placing the grou

side, I was ready to pour the

egrees Fahrenheit, I stood with my left hand b

sensation ran down my spin

, there was no one behind me th

vividly resembled a character from Norse mythology. Donned in a magnificent, his fur - trimmed cloak that cascaded down their b

ome, but being stared at s

gs made me feel like I was o

so I supressed the impulse, pouring the water i

ted perfect odour with a soft hissing

ormed white bubbles, which burst and

the coffee swirled aro

who don't might think you're up to something indecent. Is it that i

the water from the kettle, a s

." I forced myself to endure the ting

es, and my hand holding the kettle trem

yet felt a strange sense of l

a female customer at

with a bri

p, I placed it on the counter and placed it

nt of me, then looked at me with a peculiar express

udden disappearance of that shyness left me

t was forming, I was suddenly en

, and I couldn't help but sigh

puzzled gaze, I feigned cal