The Coffee Disaster That Won Me a Smile
The next day, I saw her again in the pantry. She was wearing a cute white skirt and a sleeveless blue top. Her hair flowed freely, covering part of her face.
For a split second, I had this insane urge to brush her hair aside just to see her smile properly—but then reality struck. This wasn’t a movie; this was the office pantry.
She turned, and as her hair swung back, it lightly brushed against my face. She looked into my eyes with the kind of innocent gaze that could melt anyone on the spot. Her fragrance lingered around me, enough to paralyze my senses.
And then came her eyes. That deep, unintentional stare put me in a trance. In that moment, I felt weightless—like a feather—happy, numb, and foolishly alive all at once.
And yes, you guessed it right. That’s when I did something crazy.
The Coffee (or Tea?) Blunder
She stood at the vending machine, holding her cup and filling her bottle with hot water. I couldn’t bring myself to intrude into her beautiful little space.
So what did I do? I decided to copy her.
Except… I went to the wrong nozzle.
She was at the hot water tap. I ended up filling my bottle with—well, I wasn’t sure if it was coffee, tea, or some bizarre mixture of both. It wasn’t until the bottle was half full that I realized my mistake.
And that’s when Darwin’s theory hit me. Maybe our forefathers really were monkeys—because at that moment, I felt like one.
I stood there, holding a half-filled bottle of liquid confusion, while at least 14 pairs of eyes stared at me. Among them, of course, were the two most beautiful eyes in the room.
The Stupidest Recovery Plan Ever
I didn’t want to look stupid.
So what did I do?
Yep—you’re right. I did something even more stupid.
I grabbed seven cups and poured the “coffee-tea hybrid” into all of them. Then, in the most gracious way possible, I offered it to the others standing there.
Predictably, no one accepted.
Except her.
She smiled, took a sip, and said, “It was a nice coffee. Thanks.”
To anyone else, that might not mean much. But to me? That single smile and those few words changed everything.
It wasn’t about the coffee. It wasn’t even about the clumsy mess I made. It was about her look—because her look had the power to change something inside me.
And that, I’ll never forget.
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