Five Dollar Mocha-
"I saw the preview for Dreamcatcher today."
"I heard it was supposed to be good."
"We'll have to see, then."
"I guess so."
He takes the cup from her, smiling. "See you tomorrow, Sydney."
Her pulse does not recieve the chance to race as the next customer looks at her with a grin on her face. "Is that your boyfriend?"
She gives an embarassed smile. "My boyfriend? No."
"Really?" The woman's shoulders slump a bit. She brightens; even the sun causes her dark skin to glow. "It sounded like he just asked you out."
"Michael? No." She knows there is a lovesick smile across her face, and she realizes that this is the first time she has used his first name.
"Oh, then how does he know you?"
"He comes in every day."
"Since when?"
"A few months ago."
"Let me get this straight. You flirt with this guy every day, and you aren't going out with him yet? I probably would have jumped him the first week." She gives what is supposed to be an embarassed smile. "Then again, I don't have much self-control. Obviously, you do."
"I guess." Sydney wishes to end this conversation quickly; the customer is nice enough, but her opinions are causing Sydney to wonder why she has not asked Michael out yet. "Would you like anything?"
"That huge cookie right there." She points, and Sydney places it in a wax-paper pouch. "And I'll be coming back tomorrow, and the next day, until I see you two together somewhere."
"You'll be coming back for a long time." Sydney cannot believe she has just said that; it is like saying she and Michael will never get together.
"I saw the preview for Dreamcatcher today."
"I heard it was supposed to be good."
"We'll have to see, then."
"I guess so."
He takes the cup from her, smiling. "See you tomorrow, Sydney."
Her pulse does not recieve the chance to race as the next customer looks at her with a grin on her face. "Is that your boyfriend?"
She gives an embarassed smile. "My boyfriend? No."
"Really?" The woman's shoulders slump a bit. She brightens; even the sun causes her dark skin to glow. "It sounded like he just asked you out."
"Michael? No." She knows there is a lovesick smile across her face, and she realizes that this is the first time she has used his first name.
"Oh, then how does he know you?"
"He comes in every day."
"Since when?"
"A few months ago."
"Let me get this straight. You flirt with this guy every day, and you aren't going out with him yet? I probably would have jumped him the first week." She gives what is supposed to be an embarassed smile. "Then again, I don't have much self-control. Obviously, you do."
"I guess." Sydney wishes to end this conversation quickly; the customer is nice enough, but her opinions are causing Sydney to wonder why she has not asked Michael out yet. "Would you like anything?"
"That huge cookie right there." She points, and Sydney places it in a wax-paper pouch. "And I'll be coming back tomorrow, and the next day, until I see you two together somewhere."
"You'll be coming back for a long time." Sydney cannot believe she has just said that; it is like saying she and Michael will never get together.
