Five Dollar Mocha-
"Hello again." He gives her the smile she waits all day for.
"Hi. How are you today?"
"Great. I see you've got my mocha waiting for me."
"You're one of the more regular regulars, if that's not too redundant."
"It isn't." He flashes her his sparkling smile as he reaches for his wallet, pulling out the customary five-dollar bill. There is no one behind him, and she wonders if he will attempt to make conversation before burying himself in papers like he usually does. "I see you've got some books behind you."
"Understatement of the year." She turns and picks one of them up, showing him the cover. "Eastern Europeon Lit, one of the many classes that make me wonder exactly why I am an English major."
He laughs a little and glances down, wiping his nose with his finger. "Well, I work for the government, so I feel for those who have to do the whole 'knowing about other countries' history' thing."
Government? "IRS? Because if you are, please don't take my stuff. Me: broke college student. You: not." They laugh together, and he puts his hand around the coffee cup. Thoughts flash through her mind as she searches for a topic that will keep him near her for just a few minutes more.
"Work calls," he says, motioning towards the briefcase he has already picked up. The government comment has been smoothly stepped past, almost as if he couldn't tell her exactly what it was he did.
"As does my test tomorrow."
"Would you like to join me? I mean, if you're allowed to."
She curses the fact that it is a Monday, of all days, that the coffeeshop is empty. "I would, but my boss is hiding in the storeroom and is sure to magically reappear as soon as I sit down." She can literally feel her spirits falling. This is the closest to a date she will ever get with him, and the furthest as well.
"Tomorrow, then. The offer stands."
She wants to kiss him as he walks away; never has she met anyone so kind towards her as he is. The possibilty of him thinking of her only in a sisterly way is shunned as she sits on a stool and pulls her book onto her lap.
"Hello again." He gives her the smile she waits all day for.
"Hi. How are you today?"
"Great. I see you've got my mocha waiting for me."
"You're one of the more regular regulars, if that's not too redundant."
"It isn't." He flashes her his sparkling smile as he reaches for his wallet, pulling out the customary five-dollar bill. There is no one behind him, and she wonders if he will attempt to make conversation before burying himself in papers like he usually does. "I see you've got some books behind you."
"Understatement of the year." She turns and picks one of them up, showing him the cover. "Eastern Europeon Lit, one of the many classes that make me wonder exactly why I am an English major."
He laughs a little and glances down, wiping his nose with his finger. "Well, I work for the government, so I feel for those who have to do the whole 'knowing about other countries' history' thing."
Government? "IRS? Because if you are, please don't take my stuff. Me: broke college student. You: not." They laugh together, and he puts his hand around the coffee cup. Thoughts flash through her mind as she searches for a topic that will keep him near her for just a few minutes more.
"Work calls," he says, motioning towards the briefcase he has already picked up. The government comment has been smoothly stepped past, almost as if he couldn't tell her exactly what it was he did.
"As does my test tomorrow."
"Would you like to join me? I mean, if you're allowed to."
She curses the fact that it is a Monday, of all days, that the coffeeshop is empty. "I would, but my boss is hiding in the storeroom and is sure to magically reappear as soon as I sit down." She can literally feel her spirits falling. This is the closest to a date she will ever get with him, and the furthest as well.
"Tomorrow, then. The offer stands."
She wants to kiss him as he walks away; never has she met anyone so kind towards her as he is. The possibilty of him thinking of her only in a sisterly way is shunned as she sits on a stool and pulls her book onto her lap.
