Cammie sighed, pushing forward a blue ceramic mug, full of coffee.

"That'll be two thirty-five," she said, taking a step to the left so that she was closer to the cash register. The male in front of her looked down at his brown wallet, trying to find money, before silently pulling out three dollars. He pushed them forward, his brown eyes flickering with anticipation, as Cammie finished with his order. "Have a nice day sir."

Cammie flashed the older man a smile at that, and he gave her a short wave.

"You too, ma'am," he tipped his hat in respect and took the cup to a table near the back of a restraunt. Cammie sighed gratefully, rubbing her face with her hands tiredly. She was not in the mood to work today. Not after what just happened.

"Cameron Ann Morgan, you better tell me why you haven't been answering my phone calls," a british accent snapped, bringing the normally invisible brunette, out of her thoughts. The brit, was of course Cammie's best friend Bex. Well, her name wasn't really Bex, it was actually Rebecca. But if anyone dared calling her Rebecca, no matter what age they were, you most certainly wouldn't be seeing that person the next day. Bex had the most beautiful choclate brown skin, that radiated in the sun light, and lucious dark hair. Really she caught all the men's glances.

"I have been busy," Cammie replied stubbornly, purposely avoiding Bex's watchful gaze. She did not need this right now.

"Oh don't give me that Cammie. What happened?" Bex asked, jumping over the counter of the Gallagher Sweet Treats coffee shop that Cammie worked in, before placing a gentle touch to her arm. "Was it.. Josh?" Cammie winced at the name, as memories filled her head. Painful memories.

"Can we just not talk about it?" Cammie asked, pushing past Bex to clean the coffee filter. Before Bex could reply, the soft bell from the front door not far from the counter rang, and somebody walked into the coffee shop. Cammie wanted to see who it was, but she couldn't look because Bex was in her way, giving her a worried look with those brown eyes.

"Cammie... I just want to make sure you are okay," Bex said. Cammie gave her a tight smile.

"I know Bex, I just... I'm not ready to talk about it." Bex nodded, giving Cammie a sad smile, when the two were interupted by someone clearing their throat, Cammie looked up to see a man her age standing there.

Kid looked to be fresh out of highschool, with his messy dark brown hair, and stunning emerald green eyes. But he had this stance to him like, he knew what he was doing, and he did not need anyone getting in the way of that purpose.

"Sorry sir. How may I help you?" Cammie offered, giving him a pained smile. He noticed this, giving her an odd look, but seemed to shrug it off.

"Just a coffee, decaf if you would," he sighed, his voice smooth as butter. Cammie nodded, and turned to start making his coffee.

"Well," Bex whispered, her voice so quiet that Cammie almost didn't hear her herself. Cammie gave her a glance.

"What?" Bex rolled her eyes, making a small gesture to the guy at the counter.

"Flirt with the college freshie would ya? He's cute." Cammie gaped at her friend, almost forgetting she was supposed to be making coffee.

"No, Bex! I just broke up with someone, it's a little too soon to try to date someone again," she hissed, pulling the coffee, from the coffee maker and pouring it into a green ceramic cup. Then she turned and handed it to the man.

"That'll be a dollar fifty please." The man nodded, and handed her two dollars, Cammie ran it through the register and went to give the man his recipt and change when she noticed he was staring carefully at the cup.

"I'm sorry sir, is there something wrong?" Cammie asked, a million worried thoughts running through her head. Did she accidently give him something besides coffee? Was the cup dirty? Was there a bug in his drink?

"No, it's just.. There is a chip in this mug," he replied, setting the cup down so that Cammie could see. She leaned forward to examine the cup, and found that he was right. Just above the handle of the coffee cup, there was a chip in the ceramic. Just big enough that you knew what it was. Cammie frowned.

"I'm so sorry, here let me get you another," Cammie said immediately, placing her hand on the cup to take it back, but she was cut off by the man's own hand, and not to be over dramatic or anything, but Cammie could have sworn that a shock went through the two at the touch.

"No.. It's okay." He paused to take his change and recipt before offering Cammie a slight smirk. "Thanks Gallagher Girl." Then the man walked off to a corner of the coffee shop, losing himself in a book he had with him.

Cammie didn't even notice that she was paralyzed until Bex came over and shook her.

"Cammie." She said, waving a hand in front of her face. Cammie blinked, her body relaxing from her tense state before she gave Bex a look.

"I hope he never comes back," she said, her currently grey eyes wide with panic. Bex laughed, putting her hand on Cammie's shoulder.

"Oh sweetheart. That one is coming back."

Author's Note:
New story! Yay! A new chaptered story was requested a while ago, I don't remember by who, and I instantly come up with this idea. But I refused to post it until I had the entire story written because I am done being worried about updating every single day. So I took a very incredibly long time to write this. But it is finally complete. I even drew fanart for it. But the picture I took sucked, and came out really bad. Sorry. And I draw worse then I write, so eh. I hope you all enjoy this.