Emilia and Sloane had meet in the clichést of ways, you know that popular cliché were for some reason the girl and the boy bump into each other, then coffee is spilled — because it always has to be coffee— apologies are made, and then it's a flurry of offering for dry cleaning services, and surprise surprise, a fresh couple is born straight out of a billionaire romance novel.
Emilia could still remember the first time they meet, she could still smell the rich scent of roasted coffee beans that filled the coffee shop as she waited impatiently for the barista to finish her order, she could still taste the bitter taste of coffee on her tongue— years later Sloane would tease her for being a monster, because to him anybody who found joy in something that wasn't the tooth destroying sweetness he enjoyed was abnormal.
She could still feel the harsh rays of the sun on her skin as she hurried towards her car while trying to squeeze past the hustle bustle of students on a resumption day.
