Spierfeld Week Day 1: Alternative First MeetingBram Greenfeld, a few months into a year long study a

Spierfeld Week Day 1: Alternative First MeetingBram Greenfeld, a few months into a year long study abroad program in London, had taken to studying in a certain café, and he noticed a particularly cute guy who frequents the place. It’s an oddly nice fall day for London, rain falling outside in light sprinkle, and Bram is doing his homework in the café when he notices Cute Guy walking by. They make eye contact for a moment before Cute Guy proceeds to trip over nothing and accidentally spill his coffee on Bram’s english essay. Cute Guy, flustered, apologizes hurriedly as he grabs napkins and awkwardly tries clean up the mess. “Hey, don’t worry about it, I have a copy saved on my laptop,” Bram tells him, laughing. “Oh… well, still, I’m really sorry,” Cute Guy apologizes again, then adds, “I’m Simon, by the way.“ Bram thinks Cute Guy has a cute name. "I’m Bram,” he responds with a smile. “So, Simon, why don’t I buy you another coffee, since your first one ended up all over my paper?" At that, Simon blushed. "I feel like I should be the one buying you a drink, considering I ruined your homework,” he says. Seriously, Bram thinks, Simon couldn’t be any cuter if he tried. “Tell you what,” Bram proposes casually, “how about I buy you one this time, and you can buy me one next time?" Real subtle, Greenfeld. But Simon smiles and nods. "Sounds like a plan, Stan." Adorable. Simon, Bram learns, is spending the year in London with his family, because his parents want to "immerse their children in English culture”. Whatever that meant. Bram didn’t really care, as long as he got to hang out with Simon. They spend two hours sitting in the café together, talking about anything and everything, even exchanging numbers when Simon finally had to leave. So the café became their thing. Hanging out there almost daily became their thing. Their spot at the table in the corner by the window became their thing. Brushing their fingers together across said table and pretending it was on accident became their thing. Subtly flirting with each other to see if the other would notice (neither of them did) became their thing. Finally (after a slightly awkward “She’s not my girlfriend, she’s my older sister. I’m, uh, I’m actually gay, so…” moment followed by the same but slightly less subtle flirting as before), kissing became their favorite thing.  Well, their second favorite thing. The café was definitely their first favorite thing. -- source link

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