Today has already started off to be a challenge for our poor Ashley. Not only is the girl stressing over coffee with a certain girl named Spencer, but today had just been one of those days...

You know the days, Ashley sure does. It's the kind of day that as soon as she woke up in the morning, she knew that today was not going to go by easily or quickly. After being awake for nearly twenty minutes she had already fallen down the stairs after leaving her bathroom, had her coffee maker explode in her face, and had successfully dropped all her vitamins all over the floor. It was one of those days.

She wasn't exactly sure why she began making coffee in the first place. She spends most of her morning sitting alone at Starbucks anyway, and not to be mistaken, but they sell coffee, and a lot of it, right?

She had a lot on her mind all night, and now morning. She was nervous. And being nervous is not something Ashley Davies, bad ass mother fucker, feels very often. She's confused because she's never been herself, shy and reserved, around anyone before. Not until Spencer anyway.

Ashley Davies knows that she could get anyone she wants with the snap of a finger and the flash of her million dollar smile. She knows that people would kill to have her on their arm. She knows that. Everyone knows that. She's fucking gorgeous.

But this Spencer, Spencer Carlin, she's different. Ashley looks at her and sees a beautiful girl, but not just because her blonde hair and striking eyes. She sees the unspoken beauty in the girl. The kind of beauty that you don't actually see, and sometimes aren't even sure if it exists. But Ashley knows it's there. It's the kind of beauty that transfixes people. It's the invisible rope that is tugging and pulling at Ashley's heart. It's the lines you have to cross to make it to the finish line. This beauty, this pull, scares the living shit out of Ashley.

This leads her back to this horrible morning. She's giddy. She's nervous. She's falling into something that for once in her life, she can't control.

She could control all those one night stands. She had her rules with her temporary girlfriends. Six weeks, and it was over. That way, there was no attachment, just a lot of meaningless sex. But this gravitational pull that she has only studied in physics was slowly and surely making her grow closer and closer to this girl.

Ashley makes her way to her computer. She has a habit of planning her whole day according to whatever her horoscope says. She's in no way superstitious though; she just knows that whatever this little story about how her day is going to go always has the possibility to come true, no matter how out of this world it might be. She knows if she completely disregards it and laughs about it, it WILL come true. Okay, so maybe she is a little superstitious.

Her horoscope reads: ''though you're pretty sure of yourself, you still need to check your impulse to go with your gut. If all the facts add up, all your trusted advisers say yes and your instincts are fired up, then you can go ahead.''

Truth be told, Ashley rarely understands what these silly things even mean. She is sure of one thing right now, today she won't be working off of pure impulse without consulting her trusted adviser. Who is that? She's not exactly sure either. Her best friend Aiden maybe, or could it be her boss? To play it safe, she figures if she has an impulse to do something, she'll be talking to someone before doing it.

Ashley turns off her computers and checks we watch to see that it's 11:30 AM and puts on her shoes to leave the house to make sure she reaches the coffee shop by 11:45 AM. If the blonde could be exceptionally punctual, so could she.

It's the middle of June, so the weather in the city is nice. It's not a warm day, but it's not cold either. She figures this is one of those days that musicians like to write about. Because right now it's sunny with the high of 75 and there isn't a cloud in the sky. She thinks that it would be lovely if her life would go along with the song and her heavy heart would be made light. Because she figures that she would enjoy her life more if she was happy to be alive.

She passes the McDonalds, and crosses the street at the intersection before walking into the small coffee shop. Upon walking in she realizes that a there is a blonde girl sitting in her usual spot by the window. This odd blonde girl has two cups full of what is probably coffee in front of her.

"So I see you've decided to switch it up a bit today."

Spencer is startled by the sudden sound of Ashley's slight rasp.

"A change is always good."

She picks up one of the cups in front of her and hands it to the brunette.

"I know you usually drink that ridiculous frozen coffee, but just try this."

Ashley takes the cup and sits down in what normally is Spencer's seat. She takes a sip of the coffee and it burns her mouth a little, but not enough to make a scene. She's not used to hot coffee, she prefers it cold, but this is a nice change she decides.

"French vanilla, right?"

Spencer nods, and takes a sip from her own cup.

"I really like that CD by the way. It's not normally the kind of thing I would listen to, but I really enjoyed it."

Ashley smiles knowing she made a good choice.

"I'm glad you liked it then."

Spencer seems to be transfixed out the window. Ashley figures she's watching purses be stolen, of fatasses attempt to carry out a wheelbarrow full of food. Either way, she quickly notices that when she looks out the window from this new perspective she can easily see the reflection of Spencer's content smile, and focused eyes. Could it be possible that this is the reason the blonde sometimes stares into the window? Could it be that when it appeared she was looking at the streets, she was really looking at the brunette who so secretly was watching her?

"You know, if this glass was magnified I'd bet all those people would look like ants. Even if we aren't high up."

Ashley makes a confused face, and just stares at the blonde. She's not sure where that observation same from, but she figures it would add a whole new element to the view.

"Yeah, and to them we look like giants."

Ashley mentally high-fives herself from somehow twisting the lyrics from one of the songs on the CD she gave Spencer.

Spencer smiles a smile. Not a typical smile. But the kind that isn't forced, it's the kind of smile that comes out when you're trying so hard not to let it come out, but somehow, the battle is always lost, and you smile anyway. Ashley kind of likes it.

"You want to know a secret?"

Spencer asks. Ashley is startled for a moment.

"I've never been too good with secrets."

Spencer laughs again, knowing what Ashley was doing.

"Suit yourself then."

Ashley just laughs. Another mental high-five is needed.

"You don't have your laptop again."

Spencer looks away from the window to look at Ashley.

She notices that there is a difference between looking and seeing. Sure she had looked at Ashley so many times before, but had she really seen her? Because this time when she looks at the girl she can see her. She can tell she's tired. She can tell she's a little broken. She's not just looking this time, she's seeing.

"Death Cab was enough inspiration that I couldn't stop writing last night until I finished."

Ashley smiles again. She seems to be doing a lot of that.

"What where you writing."

Spencer looks away out the window again. She wonders what she can see, not just look at.

"Oh just a silly column for work."

Ashley can tell that she doesn't want to really talk about it, but being who she is, she decides to press the subject a little bit more.

"I figured that much. What about though?"

Spencer is silent for a few seconds while she takes small sips at her hot coffee.

"It was mainly about new perspectives. It just got me thinking."

The change of seating and the magnifying window comments make so much more sense now.

"Which would explain why I switched our seats today, and bought you hot coffee instead of cold. I'm just trying new things out."

Ashley nods.

"I need to try new things out too."

She wonders if the blonde can find the meaning behind those words. Opens her phone to check the time and realizes that it's 1:18 right now. She sees the blonde start to gather up her things and throw away her now empty cup. She decides to stand up now as well mostly out of nervousness.

"Thanks for the coffee Spence."

She sees the blonde's eyes light up at the sound of her nickname.

"And thank you for the new perspectives."

Ashley goes over to where Spencer is standing and hugs her. Before releasing from the embrace Spencer giggles.

"You smell like coffee."

Her words come out quietly and her breath in steady puffs is felt by the brunette. As Spencer pulls away Ashley has the sudden impulse to kiss the blonde. But she remembers one thing; her horoscope.

"Yeah, I kind of had a fight with my coffee maker earlier."

Still close to the brunette, the blonde giggles again, waves, and leaves the small shop. Ashley is now mentally slapping herself for reading that damned horoscope. As she checks her phone to see that it's now exactly 1:20 PM she sighs, knowing exactly what Spencer would have tasted like. French Vanilla.