The barista calls my name and I walk up to the counter to grab my drink, an iced coffee that has too many words in its title. I take off the lid to mix it and add some sugar because no matter how hard I try I do not like the taste of coffee. I put the lid back on, grab a straw, and shove it in. I thank the barista and pick up my coffee with one hand and as I turn around to head back to my seat I casually switch my coffee into my other hand grabbing it by the lid that as I'm turning I notice is not on properly. Suddenly, I bump into something. Crap...๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ. The coffee drops, splashing in all directions including directly onto the person I just bumped into. My heart dropped at the immediate embarrassment of my mistake. I look down trying to avoid eye contact with whoever I just spilled coffee all over, too stupefied to try and look up.
"oh my god I'm so sorry"
There is coffee ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ. How is it possible that such a small cup of coffee can make such a mess? Its on them, on me, the floor, and its way too dramatic, so dramatic in fact, there are multiple sets of eyes on me, including my dear friend Brandon who brought me here to get this stupid coffee in the first place. "its the best coffee in Brooklyn, I swear" yeah well screw you Brandon cause look at me now.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attenti-"
I look up. He's standing in front of me, eyes wide from surprise. He's hot and I think I've seen him before but I know I don't know anyone this attractive.
"dear god, only me"
I pick up the cup.
"A fan, I take it?"
He finally says and I remember who he is. He sings, I think...maybe he acts, I don't know exactly. What I do know is that I've just spilled coffee all over a really hot, really famous person. Wonderful.
I say as I wipe drops of coffee from my cheek.
"And a pretty terrible one, apparently. I am so sorry"
I say realizing how much coffee related damage I just caused. He's wearing
white-ish shoes, faded from being worn, black jeans, a white T-shirt and a light wash denim jacket. The pants are somehow mostly okay, I think he immediately jumped back out of instinct to try and avoid the flying coffee but the only thing he was able to save was his pants. The shoes were wet, the front of the shirt was probably the worst, and the jacket sleeves were also pretty bad. I was horrified even though he probably has Gucci pajamas and Versace underwear or something.
"Don't worry about it. Its just coffee"
He says, trying to not make it a big deal.
I scoff
"Well the clothes tell a different story. God only knows how much they're worth. Umm, do you want a coffee? Or a muffin?"
I say with a grimace made up of pure embarrassment. The least I could do is buy the poor man a coffee. That's probably why he came in here in the first place, and as much coffee as he had on him now, he probably wants coffee to drink, not to wear. He smirks at me in a way that communicates 'really? you're gonna try and go ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ after just having spilled coffee all over me?'. Realizing my mistake, I immediately elaborated.
"Oh god, I'm sorry, that was not a pathetic attempt to try and ask you for coffee. I just know I can't afford to replace anything you're wearing, unless of course you're wearing a rubber band as a watch or a paper clip necklace. In which case, Office Depot will be in contact with you very soon, but otherwise I'm pretty sure I can afford a coffee"
"Its okay, don't worry about it"
He says with a mixture of a sneer and a laugh.
"Okay. Well, I really am so sorry"
If the coffee spilling don't make me irresistible enough then the incessant apologies definitely should.
"I assume you'd like a picture?"
he offers with a forceful but genuine smile.
"Actually, I think I've done enough damage"
I say, laughing at my own stupidity.
"But I'm a big fan"
"Thank you, that means a lot"
He smiles. Its bigger than the previous one.
"Anyway, I hope you have a good day. It should only go up from here"
"Ahh yes, I don't plan on anymore literal run-ins with coffee today"
I smile and begin to walk away when he says
"But what about you? Don't you need a new coffee?"
"Actually I think coffee has screwed me over enough for today so I think I'll get a tea...later. When you've been safely escorted off the premises"
I say with a laugh. He smirked and and said
"Tea it is then"

I finally make it to my seat and Brandon is doing a very bad job of trying not to laugh.
"Can you shut up please?"
His laughter takes over.
"That was incredible. Best moment of my life, without question"
"I despise you"
I say as I kick him in the shin under the table.
"Hey if it makes you feel any better that was pretty much a perfect set up for a 'meet cute'. You just had a meet cute with a ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ cute boy"
"I did not have a meet cute with a very cute boy. I almost passed out in front of a very cute boy. And hey does he look familiar to you? Isn't he a singer or something?"
"He does look like someone but I'm not sure who. Be sure you let me know if I'm gonna get to witness another round of that atrocity"
He said as he pulled out his camera. The barista calls his name and I quickly reply saying
"I hope you choke on your coffee"
He laughs at my comment.
"You know what I need to make a call can you get that for me?"
He says as he stands.
"I would but I haven't exactly had the best luck with coffee today. Don't you think?"
"You're right, I think I'll get it"
"I think so too"
I say in a childish tone.
"And could you bring me some napkins?"
I'm not soaking but I could definitely use some napkins.
He says. He stands up, grabs his camera and goes. He takes his camera everywhere, I wouldn't be surprised if he slept with it next to him. He got his coffee and was waiting for his cinnamon roll that they were specially heating for him, or so he says. They really do love him here though. Its a small, family owned, French cafe in Brooklyn that's been here since the 40's and really intrigues Brandon. He says the history and genuineness of the brand is what attracts him to it. I think he just really likes the cinnamon rolls. Whatever the reason may be he's a regular and he always gives them feedback on things like drinks and menu layouts. I'm impartial about the cafe in general and the feeling was probably mutual up until I spilled a cup of coffee all over their floor. I bend over and pick up my laptop and set it on the table. While its powering up I see that Brandon left his glasses, sure he takes his camera but forgot his glasses. This boy blows my mind. I proceed to grab the glasses and try them on.
"Holy crap he's blind"
I say to no one. But I keep them on because they're cute which means I probably look cute in them. I look at my now blurry computer screen and login. I plug in my headphones and get my music going,and pull up some photos I've been editing and need to finish. My music is on shuffle and a familiar song comes on. I have been broadening my music drastically and have hundreds of songs so I often forget about songs that I loved five years ago, one year ago or even a month ago. The song currently playing is beautiful. Its a guy and his voice is literally soothing, the runs are flawless and the harmonies are gorgeous. I finally check to see who it is and holy crap its Roman Mathis! Roman Mathis is who I just spilled coffee all over 15 minutes ago. That's why I recognized him. I cant believe I'm such a klutz. I put his first album on shuffle because it was one of my favorites and I really need to try and forget that embarrassing spectacle. The seat in front of me shifts and I take off the glasses to give them back to Brandon.
"Dude you are totally bli-"
Before I have a chance to finish my sentence I look up and I see him. Sitting. Right in front of me. Freakin Roman. With a cup in each hand. I set the glasses down and he pushes a cup over to me. A body guard that I hadn't noticed was with him earlier stood right next to our booth in a very 'I'm here to protect you' kind of way. Clearly, the man is just doing his job, nonetheless Roman proceeds to say
"Its okay John, we're good here thanks"
And just like that John takes a walk.
"Whats this?"
I finally say, grabbing the cup after not saying anything like an idiot. Seriously, how hard is it to say 'hi' when someone sits right in front of you.
"Tea. English breakfast. I hope that's okay"
"Its my go-to, actually"
He says with a closed mouth smile.
"So shouldn't I be the one buying people drinks considering I'm the one that spilled one in the first place?"
I say as I take a sip of my tea. Before he can even respond I frown and say
"Holy crap there's no sugar in this"
His eyebrows go up with a slight giggle
"Oh sorry I got you sugar, hold on"
He pulls out some packets of sugar and a few packets of something else and slides them to me across the table.
"I got you honey too, just in case"
"Thank you"
I say in surprise because why is Roman Mathis buying me tea and bringing me sugar and honey?
"And to answer your question, I bought you a tea because it was just as much my fault as it was yours that that coffee spilled everywhere, more so if you want to be technical"
"How so?"
I say as I start putting the sugar and honey in my cup. He takes a sip of his drink and hands me a stirrer and continues.
"Because I was walking up behind you when you were facing the other direction. So unless you have eyes in the back of your head then there's no way you would've been able to see me"
I stop and focus my attention on him realizing that he was totally right. It wasn't my fault.
"Huh. You're where's my muffin?"
He says slightly confused but amused because he chuckled when he said it.
"My muffin"
I proceeded to say.
"You spilled coffee all over me and think a tea will make me forgive you? I've never been so publicly humiliated in my life. I mean all I'm asking for is a muffin when I could probably be suing you. You really should be more appreciative of my kindness"
"Suing me? for what?"
I love when people play into my bits.
"Social misconduct. I feel violated, Roman. And you're a celebrity, I think I'm being very gracious considering what I could get from these circumstances"
At this, he laughs hard. Tilt your head back kind of hard. He has a beautiful laugh.
"Well I do appreciate it but I think you're just gonna have to suck it up"
"Ugh, fine. But only because I'm a fan"
"Wonderful. I wouldn't want a lawsuit on my hands"
He takes a sip of his coffee and strikes up more conversation. I go with the flow and let it happen because how many chances would I ever get at this again. Plus he seems like a cool guy so I'm gonna enjoy these few minutes with the only celebrity I'll ever meet.
"So are you actually a fan or were you just saying that to make the situation less awkward?"
I take a sip of my tea.
"I'll have you know that if I knew how to be less awkward in public situations than I would've handled that much more gracefully than I did."
I take another sip. Enjoying the aftertaste of honey that normally isn't there.
"But I really am a fan. My sister discovered you when you were starting out online. I think I became an official fan when I heard your first album. I loved it"
He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Really? You liked the first album?"
"Oh yeah"
I say comfortably, that's right ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜บ. I was somehow comfortable. Its momentary, but its there.
"It was a really good album. The songs were really genuine and you, of course, have a beautiful voice. Between the harmonies and the lyrics it was just really well made"
He was about to speak when Brandon, who I momentarily forgot about, came back with a cinnamon roll the size of my head. I guess they really did love him here.
"Am I interrupting?"
I give him my '๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ' eyes and he sits next to me.
"Brandon, nice to meet you. Big fan."
I think he finally remembered who Roman is too. They shake hands and he picks up his glasses and puts them back on.
"Nice to meet you too"
Roman says with a curious smile.
"I was just giving a tea to this poor young woman I spilled coffee all over earlier"
"Oh yes. I saw that wonderful display of embarrassment. I actually took pictures of it and of the apology tea"
I almost spit out my tea as I turned to him
"You did what?"
"I'm a photographer. Do you really expect any less of me?"
"I expect common decency. You know I'll always let you take my picture but not strangers! Particularly the famous kind that could sue you."
"What is it with you and suing people?"
Roman says.
"Is she always like this?"
He asks Brandon. He responds with a shrug as if to say 'I'm not sure'
"I'm trying to prove a point and you're not helping"
"And what point is that exactly?"
"Yeah that you're a buzzkill?"
Brandon mutters.
I say with a small, slightly frustrated laugh
"Just that he would probably like some privacy"
"Its really not that big of a deal. I actually want to see them"
He says. I lean back, cross my arms, and laugh.
"Why do I even try?"
Brandon puts the memory card in my computer and starts flipping through pictures.
"These are really good, Brandon"
Roman says. And despite having known him for less than thirty minutes, it sounded genuine. We all look at the pictures and I start admiring them. Brandon took them as if it were any other shoot, they're detailed but still focus on me and Roman. He got a few different angles, somehow found good lighting, the focus is insane and his style in general is just stunning. I think my favorite one so far is one of us in the booth, our profiles. I think its when I was threatening to sue because we're laughing and his head is tilted back and he's radiating that beautiful smile of his that comes out when he laughs like that. And of course I'm laughing cause I'm the kind of obnoxious person that laughs at their own joke.
"I like that one"
Roman says, pointing to the same one.
"You're very talented"
"Yes, you have an incredible knack for catching people in their most awkward and uncomfortable moments"
I say with a smirk.
"My specialty, apparently"
Brandon says with a grin I wish I could slap right off of his face, but honestly I'm not upset about the photos. They are good and I'm glad I'm not the only one that thinks so. The barista calls my name and I remember that I ordered a beignet.
"Oh! I totally forgot about my beignet"
If there's one thing I love about this french cafe its their beignets, fresh every Tuesday morning. I go pick up the larger than normal size beignet and the barista apologizes for the long wait and informs me that its from the freshest batch. I thank her, grab some napkins and head back to the booth.
"Oh is that one of those french donuts?"
Roman asks.
"That's probably the worst definition of beignets I've ever heard, but sure. Its fried heaven."
I say
"I wouldn't know"
Brandon and I look at each other and then at Roman.
"Are you serious?"
Brandon asks.
"Here, try it"
I offer.
"No its okay, you're clearly very excited about it.'
He says.
"I am, but I cant just sit here and withhold you from the happiness that is having a beignet for the first time."
I hand him the beignet in a napkin. His eyes start to glow as soon as he takes his first bite. We give him time to process.
"So did you like it?"
He pauses then starts reaching in his pocket and pulls out a twenty dollar bill. He turns to Brandon and says
"Order more. I'm definitely getting some"
He took the cash and went to buy more. He tries to hand me back the beignet but I denied it.
"I'll get one from the next batch, you just enjoy yourself"
I say with a chuckle, he was very grateful.
John the bodyguard has evidently returned and whispers something to Roman then walks away. Roman looks at me and says
"Looks like I need to get going."
"Oh okay...but what about your beignets?"
"Knock yourselves out, so I know they're rightfully appreciated"
"Thanks. I owe you one"
I say. He tilts his head slightly and says
"Actually, you owe me as many beignets as twenty bucks can buy"
"Well, we'll have to see about that"
He stands and puts his jacket on and I open up my computer.
"So am I gonna get a name?"
He asks.
"Nice to meet you Alex, I'll see you around"
"You too, although hopefully next time neither of us will have coffee"
"One can only hope"
He says as he begins to walk away.
What. Just. Happened?