Loca-Mocha

Thursday

4:19 p.m.


"Hi, welcome to Loca-Mocha." Claire smiled brightly, her ice cold blue eyes sparkling in the afternoon light. She flipped open her Claire Fontaine notebook, and waited for orders, bouncing on her toes.

"Someone's had too much coffee." A girl, Claire knew to be as, Alicia Rivera, said. Her brown almond shaped eyes shone, and her black glossy hair was in two long braids, with red ribbons tied to the ends. A red cowl neck sweater, and a pair of professionally ripped True Religion jeans, finished of the look. The girl came everyday after school at exactly four-fifteen, not a minute early, not a minute late. She got the exact same drink every time, too, a soy latte with chocolate shavings.

Josh Hotz, sat beside her, biting his lip, trying to keep from laughing at Alicia's put-down. "I'll just have a cup of coffee."

Claire nodded and scribbled the order into her notebook. "Will that be black, or would you like some cream and milk?"

"Can you not just get him a cup of coffee, or is it really that hard?" Alicia barked, rolling her eyes drastically.

Josh sat uncomfortably on his side of the booth. "Black."

Claire smiled weakly. "I'll be right back with your orders." Claire spun on the heel of her PaylessShoeSource black ballet flats, and hurried off behind the counters.

"Riley, the devil's here. No evil minions in sight, just a cup'o'joe, please." Claire shouted to the boy, behind the counter. He nodded, his bald head sparkling.

Claire referred to Alicia simply as the "devil", and Kristen and Dylan as her "evil minions". She pulled out some cups and handed them to Riley, completely unaware of the unidentified person listening into her conversation.

"Wow, you must really not have a life." The boyish voice chuckled, then slurped his coffee.

"'Scuse me?" Claire whipped her around, and was met with the most gorgeous eyes she had ever seen. One piercing blue. The other, a soft green. Her heart instantly flip-flopped.

"I saiiid, you must really not have a life." He flipped his pitch black hair, casting it to the side of his white complexion.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Claire raised her barely-there eyebrows.

He tossed his cup in the trash. "Get a life." He shrugged his shoulders, and popped a Big League Chew grape flavored block of bubblegum in his mouth.

Claire's jaw dropped. "Get a life? You don't even know me."

He leaned back on the bar-stool, placing his hands behind his head. "I like judging books by their cover."

Claire rolled her ice blue eyes, and crossed her skinny arms. "Well, then."

He yawned. "Well, what?"

Claire sighed. "I have to get back to work."

"How 'bout we go for a walk, instead?" He raised a thick black eyebrow, leaning on the counter.

"First of all, I said I'm at work, second of all, I don't even know you, and third of all, I would never in my life go on a walk with you." Claire barked, her nose flaring like a bull's, she stormed off to another group of hungry customers.

He smiled, getting up from his chair, and burst out into the cold November air. "Well, then."