That night I could think of nothing except Brittany. There were so many thoughts flying through my head.
I was thinking up all sorts of ways to find her again but the only logical way was to go to the coffee shop again.
I go to the coffee shop every evening for the next three weeks. No luck. I make one last effort to find her before completely giving up. So my next day off I go to the coffee shop and ask the cheery teen behind the counter if anyone called Brittany comes here.
To my surprise she says, "Oh yeah! Brittany Pierce, tall blonde? Yeah! She comes here every week on this day."
Clearly the overly-excited teen could tell that I didn't understand why Brittany wasn't here today.
"Oh! She's gone on vacation for a month. She'll be back next week. I know because I'm babysitting her cat, Lord Tubbington." She says with a huge grin on her face.
"Okay, thanks." I can't help but smile with excitement when I speak.
I order my regular drink; she remembers my name and writes it on a cup. I grab the drink, say a quick thank you then head back to my apartment.
The next week passes very slowly, too slowly. I was counting down the days in my head until I would see Brittany again. I was so excited and nervous at the same time. I was starting to creep myself out because I had never thought of someone so much before.
The morning of my next day off, the day I was hoping to see Brittany, I wake up early and subconsciously put on more make-up than usual. I grab the first book I see along with my bag and head down to The Coffee Shop.
As I arrive at the coffee shop the cheery blonde is behind the counter as usual. The shop was quiet today. The only people were a couple cuddling on the couch and an old grumpy man with a cane and a sour look on his face. I look around for the beautiful blue-eyed blonde but she wasn't there yet.
I order the same drink I've been ordering for the past three weeks and sit in my usual chair.
Two hours pass, still no Brittany. I start to look a little depressed. Obviously it showed on my face because the cheery blonde barista came over and asked, in a soft voice, if I would like a free refill. I said yes.
Another hour later and I start to give up hope. I collect my things and just as I stand up to leave I hear a voice, a soft voice.
"Is anyone sitt…"
I look up as I hear the voice.
"… Uh … hi" She says slowly as a smile appears on her face.
I smile gently as I see Brittany's sweet features.
"Hi." I say quietly. "No. Uh, no ones sitting there."
"Thanks… Santana" She says softly.
Judging by what she said next I must have looked very confused as to why she knew my name.
"Oh, it's written on your cup." She says smiling.
"Oh!" I say, giggling, she giggles with me.
"So you get to know my name but I can't know yours?" I say with a cheeky smile, even though I know her name already.
"Brittany. My name's Brittany." She says with a flirtatious smile. It gives me chills up my spine, in a good way.
"Pretty name to match the pretty face" I say in a soft voice then look down quickly with embarrassment. I could not believe that just came out my mouth.
Brittany looks away for a second. "You're one to talk." She mumbles.
We both giggle then make eye contact for a while. It was amazing.
Brittany sits in the chair across from me and pulls it closer. I lean forward to look into her eyes. Deep. Blue. Eyes. It was so magical. There was nothing awkward between us. It felt so real, so natural. In that moment, nothing else mattered.
I look at the big clock on the wall then realize it has been four hours since Brittany got here and we've been talking and laughing the entire time. There's a short silence – Brittany starts to smile.
"What are you smiling at?" I say with curiosity.
"mm. I'm just glad I met you." She says as her smile grows bigger.
I smile back and say, "We were in the right place at the right time."
"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." Brittany says while staring into my eyes.
*Beep Beep*
Our attention is ripped away from each other and is directed straight to Brittany's phone on the table.
She grabs it off the table, while rolling her eyes and shaking her head, and checks her message.
"How ironic, I have to go." She says looking very sad.
"I guess I'll see you next week?" I say, hopeful.
"Of course you will!" She says quickly.
She gets up and does the cutest wave goodbye I've ever seen. We both giggle and say goodbye.