The Barista
Disclaimer: I own nothing...well nothing Castle.
This idea hit after I had read over old entries in one of the journals I write for my kids. It just wouldn't leave, its all written, 10 chapters, some tiny, some longer ~2,000 words.
It is Fluffy, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff and those that have read my Stargate work know that's usually how I roll:p
Hubby was my beta and I have to thank him, even if he gave me grief over the amount of fluff and thinks its funny I write FF. So for that, all errors are his:p
August 7, 1998
Dear Loving Diary,
It's me, your misplaced Southern Belle still looking for theater work in the Big Apple. I finally broke down and got a job at the coffee shop just around the corner. The owners, Mary and Bill Stevens, are real sweethearts; been married for over 30 years and make the best pastries.
Anyways, that's not why I am writing. Yesterday was my first day manning the register all by myself when I saw the strangest thing. This girl, around my age comes running full tilt into the coffee shop, long brown wavy hair, spaghetti strapped black cami with a little pleated khaki skirt and topped off with these killer black 4 inch, aerate the ground, heels. I mean full on run.
If that was me I wouldn't have made it 2 steps! Anyways, she looked like she could be a model and she is searching for someone, looking frantic till she realizes she must have beaten whoever it was she was meeting.
So, she is standing in line but looking out the window when the guy in front of her, smartly dressed in a blazer jacket and blue jeans, with the most beautiful blue eyes, turns to talk to her. Their conversation went something like this.
"You couldn't have run far in those shoes."
"Just 4 blocks." Ummm, hello, one of the most beautiful men in the world is talking to you and you are too busy looking out the window.
"4 blocks! Is that even possible!" He looked impressed. I was impressed.
You could almost feel her roll her eyes when he said this. She just shrugged her shoulders and said "It's no biggie." She then finally turned towards him and you could tell his good looks startled her. She actually stood there gapping mouth for a few seconds before her cell phone rang and snapped her out of it. She pulled it out of her little clutch purse and answered and then started walking towards the door.
"Mom, you are never going to believe who I just saw." You could tell she was trying to be quiet but her excitement was just too much as she stepped out the door. Of course that got me wondering, just who the Casanova was.
The guy just stood there staring after the girl. "4 blocks!"
I asked Mary about him and apparently, he is a writer or something like that. A real big playboy, Mary says he is nothing but trouble and to stay away, but that his books are wonderful. He looked harmless to me and he did look oh so yummy.
He can stop by anytime.
Alright, I have to go, I have an early morning audition. Wish me luck!
Forever yours,
The Barista