Hey! This story is based off of an actual event my friend encountered at a Dunkin' Donuts one morning. Originally, this was to be made as a one-shot, but if you guys enjoy it and want me to continue, I'd be happy to. I know it's a little on the shorter side, and I'm sorry for that. ): Have an amaaazing day (or night... you know, whatever time it is where you are.)
Early one morning things got a little... weird. Everyone around me seemed to be off. Friday mornings were supposed to be admired, I mean, it was everyone's last day of work and everyone could finally enjoy the weekend. Why would you be in a bad mood?
The sweet aroma of coffee beans and donuts was an enjoyable part of my day, even if the line was a little too long. Dunkin' Donuts was a carbohydrate coma-inducing experience, and I wouldn't have given up waiting in line behind a middle aged man with a bulging stomach any day.
That day was different.
As I walked into my haven that morning, I realized I'd be standing behind a beautiful blonde. Actually, she was just very cute. Her hair fell to her mid-back and her eyes were a stunning gray color. It looked like she taught little kids by the way she dressed. Sorry, sorry, I'm getting carried away. Back to the story.
The line was especially long as well. As soon as I took my place in line, a few guys of my age stood behind me. I could tell he was eyeing the blonde girl in front of me which, for some reason, made me angry. Soon enough they began to talk about her. Things like "Wow, look at how hot she is! I'd totally hit that," and "I wonder how many dicks she's sucked."
"What is wrong with you?" I turned to them. "She's just minding her own business. Yeah, she might be attractive but that doesn't mean you can say things like that about her. You guys are pigs. Shut up and mind your own business." This seemed to quiet them for quite a while. I stared at them until the line moved up.
When I turned back around, I bumped into the girl with the blonde hair. Across her shirt it said "Harmony Preschool" and pinned to it was a button that had the word "Annabeth" in childlike letters.
"Back up, bitch" she snapped, staring me down with her eyes. "I'm... I'm sorry miss. My mistake." She laughed, showing her nearly perfect teeth. "I was joking, Mr...," she trailed off, looking at the scrub top I was wearing, "...Jackson". I smiled, hiding my embarrassment.
"Could I buy your breakfast to make up for my wrongdoings?" I asked, hoping she'd take my offer. "Sure, I mean, my job doesn't pay too well anyway. Thanks, Mr. Jackson." She smiled again. "Call me Percy," I managed, "And I'd pay for your coffee any morning, my lady."