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I was writing a name on a cup when I saw her. She was beautiful, with blond princess curls and a wonderful smile that seemed to be smiling at something far in the distance or in her head. And her eyes. They were grey and looked as though they could bore into your soul.
Half-a-minute later, I finished writing and handed the guy his cup. He grunted his thanks and the girl who could be nothing but a princess came up fifteen seconds later. "I'd like a small iced coffee, please." She ordered. "Coming right up," I smiled. I took out a cup and a sharpie. "What's your name?" "Annabeth." "And how do you spell that?" Now, I don't always ask that. Usually, I will guess. If you are annoying me, I will misspell your name on purpose.
"A-N-N-A-B-E-T-H" What a lovely name, I thought to myself. To my surprise and alarm, she smiled, "Thank you!" I'm sure I must have turned bright red. She giggled. I got her coffee in two minutes and gave it to her. "Thank you, have a nice day," I told her in a little less monotonous voice than usual. She smiled, "You too!" The princess who was now known as Annabeth went to sit at a table. Three minutes later, the Beans, and Water, which was a surprisingly cool name, had reached a slow point in the day.
I had nothing to do for at least six minutes, so I stared at her. Not creepy staring, but mostly out of the corner of my eye. I looked away whenever she happened to glance at me and waited a few minutes before gazing at her loveliness again. This happened for over a period of five minutes. After working at a coffee shop for five years, you started to notice things about customers. For example; if someone hasn't drunk their coffee in over five minutes, especially if it's not hot, they're waiting for someone. If they wait for more than fifteen minutes, chances are, whoever they're waiting for is not coming.
Fifteen minutes and five orders later, I snuck a glance at the girl who could be an angel. She was still all alone and was looking worried and fidgeting with her hair. She had a decisive frown on her face; one with her eyebrows was raised and her mouth pulled into a tight smile. I left for a moment (no more than three minutes) and pulled aside my manager.
"Can I give away free cookies to frowny faces? I asked. She smiled and thought about it for 10 seconds. "As long as you put up a sign next to the donation jar that reads, "Free Cookie Hour! Please donate some of the money you are saving to children in need." My face lit up and I exclaimed, "Thank you!" "Why are you doing this?" She asked, puzzled. My cheeks felt hot as I told her. She smirked. "You like her!" "No, I don't!" I exclaimed adamantly. "I just want to make her feel better." I don't think she bought it, but she let me be.
For the next hour, the place was packed! People donated a lot. It was great for business as well as people would other things. It was ten minutes till Annabeth noticed the free cookies. She got in line, and it was another ten minutes till she came up. "Hello, again." "Uh, hi," I replied nervously, my cheeks turning red. "Hi." She repeated. "Hi." She giggled, "Are you gonna get me my cookie?" My eyes were huge. I quickly handed her a cookie and gave it to her. "Have a nice day!" "You too!"
After the cookie boom ended, Annabeth came up to me for the third time that night. "Thank you for the free cookie." "Uh, you're welcome." "Why'd you do it for me?" I stared at her for all of ten seconds. "I know you did," she told him, "because you were staring at me and you left for a minute and came back with cookies." "Well, I left for two minutes and thirty-seven seconds, but who's counting?"
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