Don't Spill the Coffee Beans

This is a story I've started, but I'm not too sure were it's going yet. I may also change the title...
Enjoy! :)

Best,
Hron
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Ariel Jane Soske jerked her hand back at the touch of the hot ceramic surface, dropping the mug as its dark, bittersweet contents fell to the floor. Everyone in the small café could hear as the flawlessly molded object shattered into an unsolvable puzzle piece. The customer’s dress shoes were now covered in caffeine rich coffee, imported all the way from South Asia. Left too long, it would become an annoyance, sticky and smelly.

Levi William Chappelle stared at his freshly waxed and shine dress shoes that were now covered in a sticky layer of coffee. He hated coffee. He let out a heavy sigh, not out of annoyance, but out of pure exhaustion. Running around here and there, applying to this job opening and that, and then being rejected to the last five places he has been to. He just wanted a break - a moment to settle down his thoughts and relax. Somehow, he walked himself right into a coffee shop in desperate need of this break. It wasn’t something he would choose, and he himself was beginning to wonder why he was there in the first place. He hated coffee, and now there was coffee on his shoes.

The young woman stood there with her bright hazel eyes wide and though they projected in his direction, their focus went right through him. Levi turned his head and saw that there was no one behind him. He returned his eyes to her, confused. Then, he got a better look at her.

She was petite, standing at an average height of five foot five. She was curvy and had an athletic build with hips that were wrapped with a black apron full of straws, napkins, and the sound of jingling coins. Her long curly hair was black with dark brown undertones and her skin was a natural beige. Her almond-shaped hazel eyes were enhanced with naturally thick and long upper lashes. They were beautiful, but they were swirling with all kinds of emotion. Then he saw it, a small puddle of tears building in the socket. She began to bite her bottom lip, refusing to let them fall, and behind her he saw the reason why.