"I hate to say this, but that's my seat you're sitting in and I always sit there."

With one eyebrow crooked, I looked up from my book and shot a confused glance at the petite girl in front of me. "What?"

She nervously rubbed the side of her coffee cup with her thumb and pointed at my seat, which I had comfortably been sitting in for the past thirty minutes. "I always sit there every single morning. It's my seat."

I let out a snort and placed my book mark in the page, and placed the worn text on the table. "Why should I move when my butt has already warmed this nice leather chair? I have been reading for thirty minutes now, and I'm pretty freaking comfy."

I think my response shocked her. I only think this because she kept staring at me with a wide mouth for a few seconds before narrowing her eyes and tried to make herself look bigger than she really was. "I think you should move because if you don't my boyfriend will fight you."

I looked around the room, looked at her, and laughed loudly. "You're here alone, and you look like you like the big ole V."

"The V?"

"Vagina."

She gasped and smacked my cheek, but it wasn't hard at all. "How can you say that!? I'm a lady!"

"I am too." I said, simply. "Alright, well I'll give you your seat if you do something for me."

She shrugged her shoulders and set down her coffee cup, "Sure, it's not like I have an allotted amount of time to sit in my chair before I have to go to class."

"OCD much?"

"Please just tell me what I have to do."

I grinned and opened the back of the book, "Gimme your number?"

"No."

"Okay, listen." I pulled back my hair into a pony tail and rolled up my sleeves. "I'm just a normal girl who likes other girls, and your shortness combined with your flaws shows how much of a cute little thing you are. Go on a date with me and I'll make your night a good one, if ya know what I mean."
She looked down at her shoes and back up at me and did a loud exhale. "Okay, okay. Sure. If it makes you get out my seat, then I'll do it." She took out a pen from her bag and wrote her number in perfect order. "Can you just get out now?"

I stood up and put on my leather jacket, "Yes I can. I'm Santana by the way."

She sat down and handed me my book, and then wiped off my table that was already clean. "I'm Rachel Berry, but you probably already knew that. I'm pretty big in my school's musical productions. Good bye now, Franta."

"I've never heard about you before in my life, and my name's Santana. I'll be calling you soon, short shit. See ya later, cutie patootie."

I left the coffee shop before she could say another word and walked down the busy street. Who would've known that an OCD girl would clean away all my troubles in just one small moment?