How about Tea instead?

Her fingers fiddled with the handle of the coffee cup, her hair waved down the side of her face as she breath in the aroma of the drink. Her eyes barely open, pale pink lips that were forming a small smile as she begins to cups the cup, feeling it's warmth. She was so beautiful even if she was wearing a white t-shirt, dark blue jeans and sneakers, she was beauty to me. She was my definition of perfection. She glances up and catches my eyes, her smile tugging at her lips became wider before I turn away after becoming so entranced by her. My eyes paced over the coffee cups rim for a while before I looked back up to find her looking out the window, she was only a few chairs away. It was the closest I could ever get to her, she comes here almost everyday or so I noticed. I somehow always wait for her, she sits in the same spot by the window and she would always do the same routine, sitting there for hours and drink from her cup and I would just stay with her for as long as she was there. I remembered once, when she passed me she smelt like caramel, it was a scent I could never erase from my head. It became my favorite ever since.

"Hello," she walked over to me, smiling angel like. Her dark brown eyes sparkled so brightly and for some reason I knew I wasn't the only one attracted to her. The sunlight beamed off her eyes like it wanted to be there, the world turned a light brown as it filled in with her caramel scent that came off her body. Her pink lips that shined from her lip gloss were bright. She didn't need makeup to be beautiful, the makeup needed her to be the definition. "Can I sit here?" she asked me so sweetly as I nodded my head with a smile,

"Of course." she took a sit across from me, placing one of her legs over the other, her hand crossed over each other on the table as she leaned towards me in interest. I knew I should say something but her beauty distracted me and it could for as long as it existed. "Do you come here often?" I shamelessly asked as I watched her press her lips together as she tilted her head.

"You should know, you're always here when I'm here," she giggles and I almost blushed. I felt embarrassed to have asked her such a silly question that of course I knew the answer to.

"Ah...That's right." I looked back up at her as I caught her beautiful pearls, I just blankly stared at them as I sunk it all in. "Do you like to...drink coffee?"

"No." she shook her head in such a lovely manner and smiled "how about tea instead?" it was weird in fact, the smell of coffee was everywhere in the room but her smell was different, tea was to her liking.

"Then tea?" she smiled as she looked at my cup and nodded her head. I called someone over and ordered hot tea for her since it was pretty breezy in the shop.

"Did you hear the quote that ' Life is a cup of Tea'?" she asked  and I was somewhat dazed by the sudden question. I shook my head and she continued to explain "You can't treat Tea like coffee. If it's too cold the flavor wouldn't come out right but if it's too hot then the flavor could disappear."  I didn't get what she meant. I tilted my head and furrowed my eyebrow as I tried to think of what she meant. "Do you not understand?"

"N-No...Can you explain it more?" she giggled and continued,

"It's about adjustments. I like to think about how you approach things, like how I approached you."

That was the first and the last time I had a conversation with her. Ever since that day she never came back to the shop again but even so I remembered everything we talked about as if it only happened moments ago. She loves the beach she said she would go there to read her favorite book which was, "The five people you meet in heaven".

I walked onto the beach, looking out at the water that flowed onto the damped sand then sink back to the ocean trapping the gravel and taking it devastatingly back with it. It was a beautiful sunset and it reminded me of her eyes, how they sparkled so brightly. I placed my slippers beside me as I sat down and buried my toes in the sand, feeling the gravel in between the spacing and land on each other. I picked out the book I remembered she liked to read and turned to the page I was on, reading the lines and every  comma's, sentences, word, and message it told me.

All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.

Life has to end. Love doesn't.

Every life has one true love snapshot.

(Real quotes from the book "The five people you meet in heaven" by Mitch Albom)

The words sinks into my head as I remembered the way she talked, even though she was gone she was still here. In between the spacing's of one word to the other, in each word that made me smile and remembered how I love that I met her, that I loved her. Even with her gone and my memories still lingering at the coffee shop that she would only order tea, the way I blankly stared at her beauty. It was still here, in my heart.

1 year later

I walked into the coffee shop, that only smelt like coffee and nothing else. I was wearing a grey beanie, long sleeve shirt and dark blue pants. I immediately walked up to the counter with a smile on my face as I already knew what I will order.

"Can I have tea?" I smiled as the man took my order and began to brew it. I payed for it and took the cup to the table. But I had noticed it was occupied by a female, her back was facing me and I could only see her long silky hair that flowed out her red hat, she took small sips of her cup as she read her book. She was reading the book that I had admired ever since one year ago, the story of how I came to love it started here in the exact same spot.

"Hello? that's a good book you're reading," I smiled as she turned her head back to me, her pale pink lips that shined from her lip gloss, caramel scent that I couldn't forget, her eyes that was wanted by the sun.

"We meet again, YoungJae." It was here that I met the girl who would sit at a coffee shop table all day, her beauty that was shown by nature as she looked out the window, read books and talk about things that are beautiful....and all she would order was tea.