A/N: all characters belong to J.G. Quintel, and the rest of Regular Show. The story line is mine. Also, when I say point of view, I guess I mean that is their thought. Just to clarify. The chapters for this story are very short, but there are many. I will post a new one every day if I can.
Eileen's P.O.V.
It was another day at the coffee shop when Mordecai and Rigby walked in through the door. Eileen had been waiting for them to come all morning. Margaret walked over to the pair with her notepad and pen in hand. She asked them for their order, Mordecai blushing when she looked into his eyes. Eileen wished that Rigby liked her in the same way Mordecai did with Margaret. She sighed. She went back behind the counter to help a customer with a breakfast order. While she was getting the man's food, she was staring at Rigby. Oh, Rigby. Images of the raccoon lingered in her head. She looked longingly at him, wishing and praying for her dream of Rigby finally liking her to come true. To Eileen's dismay, this wouldn't happen in a million years. The customer cleared his throat as a signal that he wanted his order to be done, which pulled Eileen back from her thoughts.
"S-sorry," she said softly, and gave him his bagel. Margaret walked over to Eileen, showing her the pair's order of a hazelnut coffee for Mordecai and Rigby's usual order of a coffee with two pinches of cocoa, five sugars, and the "perfect amount" of cream. They also ordered two meals- a meatball sub for Rigby and a salad for Mordecai. Trying to stay trim for Margaret, she guessed. Eileen hurried off to the back to prepare their coffee. She did Mordecai's first, making sure not to mess it up by thinking of how to impress Rigby. She then did Rigby's coffee, taking perfect measurements of everything, and even adding a tad of honey, as last time she did he said it tasted less "lame".
Eileen hurried off with a tray carrying the meal to the pair's table, carefully setting it down so that it wouldn't spill over. She smiled at Rigby, and he surprisingly, looked at her with a normal face. He normally frowns or scowls… maybe… nah, he would never. She pushed Rigby's plate and mug over to him, and then he looked away. Is he… blushing? It must be the light. But somewhere in her heart, she hoped he was blushing. She gave Mordecai his food and walked away to talk to Margaret.
"Did you see that?" asked Eileen.
"No, what happened?" Margaret replied.
"I think Rigby just blushed at me… and he didn't seem angry when I made eye contact with him."
"Maybe Rigby is having a good day then,"
"Yea, maybe…" she knew this was probably true, but she can dream, can't she?
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When Eileen got home that night, she was exhausted. She plopped down on her couch and stared at the ceiling. What happened today? Is Rigby starting to like me? Or was it something that Mordecai said before I went over there? Maybe some TV will take my mind off things. And with that, she flicked on the TV and started to watch the movie 27 Dresses and the Wedding Planner. It was some kind of marathon of wedding related movies. At the end of the second one, she fell asleep, dreaming of the Raccoon that stole her heart.