Thank you!!! Sorry for the short chapter!!!
I pulled up in the driveway of Mom's house at around four in the morning. For awhile, I sat there, staring. Finally, I backed out of the driveway and drove to The Dot, which was now open 24 hours a day. I pulled up in the parking lot. The place was nearly deserted. I walked in and sat down at the counter.
"Can I help you?" A guy turned around. My breath stopped. My heart started beating wildly. I saw the dark hair...the brown eyes. The irresistible smirk.... Jay.
"Yeah," I said, regaining composure. "I'd like a cappuccino, please?"
"One cap, what flavor?" he said.
"French Vanilla," I answered.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" he whispered. "That'll be two fifty."
I handed him the money and waited for my coffee.
"What brings you back here?" he asked. "Last I heard you were a hotshot reporter in New York."
"Things change," I said.
"What did you sleep with your boss or something?"
I eyed him. He's just guessing...he doesn't know. "Of course not."
"Yeah...that would mean you actually do something wrong," he taunted.
I laughed nervously. "Do you know any where that's hiring around here?"
"We're hiring..." he said. "But Emma Nelson is too good...to pure to work with coffee and food all day."
"Want to bet? Give me an application."
He raised his eyebrows and pulled an application out from under the counter. "I'm impressed, Nelson. Maybe you're not such a prude anymore."
I glared at him.
"Ouch, Blondie, that hurts," he said, flipping a piece of my hair.
I laughed. "You know what, you have gotten really funny...too bad your still a dork."
He grabbed his chest. "Ouch...you broke my heart! Oh no!!!" he pretended to die.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Too bad that wasn't for real!"
He stood up. "Now that hurt, Nelson," he was still joking.
It was fun, being made fun of by Jay. I know its weird...but it told me that I was home.
I pulled up in the driveway of Mom's house at around four in the morning. For awhile, I sat there, staring. Finally, I backed out of the driveway and drove to The Dot, which was now open 24 hours a day. I pulled up in the parking lot. The place was nearly deserted. I walked in and sat down at the counter.
"Can I help you?" A guy turned around. My breath stopped. My heart started beating wildly. I saw the dark hair...the brown eyes. The irresistible smirk.... Jay.
"Yeah," I said, regaining composure. "I'd like a cappuccino, please?"
"One cap, what flavor?" he said.
"French Vanilla," I answered.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" he whispered. "That'll be two fifty."
I handed him the money and waited for my coffee.
"What brings you back here?" he asked. "Last I heard you were a hotshot reporter in New York."
"Things change," I said.
"What did you sleep with your boss or something?"
I eyed him. He's just guessing...he doesn't know. "Of course not."
"Yeah...that would mean you actually do something wrong," he taunted.
I laughed nervously. "Do you know any where that's hiring around here?"
"We're hiring..." he said. "But Emma Nelson is too good...to pure to work with coffee and food all day."
"Want to bet? Give me an application."
He raised his eyebrows and pulled an application out from under the counter. "I'm impressed, Nelson. Maybe you're not such a prude anymore."
I glared at him.
"Ouch, Blondie, that hurts," he said, flipping a piece of my hair.
I laughed. "You know what, you have gotten really funny...too bad your still a dork."
He grabbed his chest. "Ouch...you broke my heart! Oh no!!!" he pretended to die.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Too bad that wasn't for real!"
He stood up. "Now that hurt, Nelson," he was still joking.
It was fun, being made fun of by Jay. I know its weird...but it told me that I was home.