Just an FYI these chapter are probably going to be really short, and so is the story. But there will be enough description in them to paint a picture.
I absently played with the sugar and cream packets on the table of a Starbucks that was near our dorms, as I waited for Tori to arrive. I almost chickened out of coming when I couldn't decide on what to wear, nothing had looked good enough on me. Finally I had settled for black skinny jeans, and a gray low cut v-neck. I sighed and checked the time again, we agreed on ten-thirty, it was going on eleven. I took one last sip of my black coffee, and stood to leave. The feeling of rejection had my heart sinking into my stomach. I'm sure my face held so much disappointment. A commotion up front by the doors, made my dull eyes look up. I saw Tori running into the coffee shop; panting, she ran into an exiting costumer. The poor guy's coffee spilled all over his white button-up shirt. Tori quickly apologized and started to try and rub the coffee off with her sleeve. Tori lifted her eyes up to meet his, her rubbing slowed and she smiled at him softly. I didn't feel sorry for the guy anymore, I wanted to Tori to look at me that way. I approached the two; my heavy combat boots echoing as I stomped. Tori glanced over his shoulder at the loud noise of my boots, her smile brightened when she saw me. She stopped rubbing the guy altogether and side stepped him. She walked right up to me; eyes shining.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, Jade. You didn't specify which Starbucks. I've been all over town today looking for the right one." She rushed to explain herself. I simply smiled and shrugged, I always forgave her quickly.
"What kind of coffee do you like?" I asked her. She let out a relieved breath before telling me that she wanted a mocha latte. She tried to pay for herself, but I insisted that I pay. She shook her head and grinned at me. We slid into easy conversation; the guy she spilled coffee on long forgotten, we talked about her family, mine, the profession we wanted to go into. She had said that she wanted to be a therapist; she loved helping people with their problems. When I told her I wanted to be an actress I half expected her to laugh at me, but she took me by surprise.
"I'll sit front row in all of your plays, and watch all of your movies. I'll be your biggest fan." She said so eagerly. I hadn't expected such a positive reaction from someone I had leant a pencil to a couple weeks prior. I shook my head at the beautiful and crazy Latina across from me. On that day inside that Starbucks, I had acquired a new best friend...and the love of my life.
