Midterm exam is killing you.

Five subjects with another two projects to be done, you're going insane. You know you look like a sleep-deprived zombie right now.

You've spent your past week day in library working and reading.—every minute after class was dedicated to these damn things.

And since day one in a library, a paper cup filled with coffee will be appeared next to your notebook after he went to a toilet. There was no note or name on the cup.

At first you thought it was placed there by mistake. So you move it to an empty seat beside you. It remained there until the time you went back to take a shower at your dorm.

But the it appeared again on the next day. This time you thought it was more than an coincident. You asked around but didn't receive any answer of whose coffee it might be. You still didn't drink it.

The third time you drank it. You figured the one who sent a coffee to you had a good intention, maybe an admirer. It's natural for a good-looking person like you (no, you're not a narcissism.)

On the fifth day of free coffee, there was attached a little bunch of lavender and the note written 'Hope its aroma will make you relax.'

It's good to have something in your brain aside from textbook and formulas. You kept thinking what does this unknown stranger look like. You're always a curious person, so you think you have to find out before this exam period is over. It's not hard to trace but you want to focus on study first.

You have to admit these gifts make your heart a bit flutter. It feels good to have someone look after you this much. At least you want to repay for what she, or he, has done.

So the last day of torture, which is today, you pretend to go outside and hide in nearby bookshelf. And of course the person takes a bait.

You walk out of your hiding, the other person's eyes widen in shock. You grin.

'Hi.'

'Uhm, hi?'

'That's all you have to say? I thought there will be more.'

'Hmm.. I just.. I just wanted to add a list to my good-deed doing book. So I randomly picked someone in library and freshen them up with coffee, that's all.'

'And what about the flower?'

'Oh, that's a bonus treat.'

'You're a bad liar. What's with that excuse? It doesn't make sense at all.'

'Sorry?'

'...'

'...'

'I'm bored of this vending-machine coffee. I know this cafe that serves the best latte, how about you join me?'

I guess it's a date.