Catching people by accident

Their fingers had brushed slightly, it was barely noticeable and Emma paid it no mind, she then shifted her attention to the cup that was now in her hand and realised the content in it was water, or more specifically, what seemed to be lukewarm water.

She raised her head and gazed into the face of the man, he was smiling sweetly and for just a brief second, she thought she'd seen a hint of love flash in his eyes, but it had quickly disappeared. Emma wondered if she really saw what she thought she saw but then simply brushed away the thought after a few moments and focused on the water in her hands.

"Thank you…"

He smirked and closed his eyes, putting on an indifferent expression. He then raised his head and raised his arms to hold his palms up. "Give me a break, seeing your tongue burnt made my own hurt. So I was just helping myself."

She nudged the man and smiled. He opened an eye and returned a warm smile to her.

"It's no problem. You should be able to feel your tongue again in a few days or so," He glanced at her and looked at her questioningly, "actually you know, you might've even burnt off all of your taste buds. Your tongues bright red like geez."

"You know, it kinda hurts too…" she replied after touching her tongue to the roof of her mouth.

He looked at the girl in front of him, a pout had formed on her face and her cheeks were puffed out. He chuckled at the look on her face and it resounded throughout the cafe, his laugh was beautiful. Everyone in the cafe turned to look at him, the women once again blushing and the men once again envious.

He had muttered under his breath "Adorable."

However, it was so quiet that no one heard, at least, he didn't think so, but behind him, the woman behind the counter had been reaching for a dessert from the display case and had accidentally overheard. She smirked knowingly before briefly returning to her customer.

"What was that…?" Asked Emma, who had stopped pouting and hadn't quite caught what he'd said.

He turned away, his cheeks had become tinged with a very light pink, so light it was barely noticeable.

"Said you should've been careful." He rubbed the back of his head and looked back at her.

She sighed, "Yeah, yeah…" she looked at her table and then in turn moved her gaze to look out of the window.

"Daniel, breaks over. Come help me behind the counter!" Called a voice from behind Daniel.

He looked over at the place where the voice had come from and saw Chris, he then briefly glanced at the clock that was hanging on the wall and realised she was right. He quickly patted Emma on the shoulder, and then immediately turned and speed-walked over to the counter to help Chris with the barrage of customers that had suddenly started streaming through the door.

Emma looked over at Daniel before turning around and beginning to walk towards the table she had been sitting at previously. Once she had reached the table she pulled the chair out a bit more with her free hand and proceeded to sit down.

Emma crossed her legs and leaned against the back of the chair casually as she placed the cup of warm water on the table gently. She sighed and took a moments break to wonder what she was going to do now. After the moment had passed she sat up straight and reached over to the drink, she picked it up gingerly and smiled at nothing in particular as she lifted the cup up carefully to her lips to take a sip.

As she did this she let her eyes wander, her gaze briefly crossed a section of the window which showed a clear view of one of the restaurants opposite the coffee shop. Coming out of the coffee shop was a familiar figure, Emma almost didn't realise and had started to look away before she noticed and turned her gaze back to make sure it was who she thought it was. After checking, she realised that it was her mother, it surprised Emma and she had frozen stiff, the cup of water just multimeters from her open lips.

Emma wondered about the reasons which would make her so-called workaholic mother take a break from her work to come to a fancy restaurant. From her knowledge, her mother had usually always eaten either home cooked meals or store bought lunches whilst in front of a computer screen checking errors and whatnot in her work's files.

Not only that, but her mother generally preferred to stay away from fancy restaurants and anything expensive in general, she believed that it wasn't the price that made something good. Emma had only ever seen her go to cheap restaurants and she didn't wear any brand name clothing.

However, right before her eyes, she had seen her mother walk out of one of the fanciest and most expensive restaurants in town. The restaurant was known for having minuscule serving sizes whilst pricing the tiny amounts of food at extremely high prices. Her mother had always berated restaurants like this, he there she was.

Emma took a closer look and realised that her mother was wearing fancier clothing, this made Emma wonder what she was doing. She then realised that her mother was laughing and talking to someone, Emma was about to wonder who before she saw someone walking out of the door and closing it behind themselves carefully.

It was Mr Thomas, he was still wearing the clothes he had been in at work. His usual attire normally consisted of either suits or on days of which he didn't have work Emma had only ever seen him wear business casual. So he didn't look out of place in an expensive restaurant even when wearing what he had just been wearing inside a college.