I made sure that I'll be here before 9:45, even Mrs Marin was pretty surprised and glad that I was present early in the morning. I can't even believe it myself, I even woke up 5 minutes earlier than my alarm clock which is indeed unusual.
I can say that I was pretty in a good mood the whole morning, I even gave free whipped cream for my favourite customers and they gave me a tip, of course. The continuous chiming of the door made my heart skip a beat and I just can't help but whip my head every time it does so. 15 more minutes before 9:45 and I can't get my heart to stop pounding beyond normal. The shop wasn't that full compared to the earlier hours which made me relax a bit.
"Brittany, are you okay?" Sam broke my trance and I just eyed him blankly my head snapping on the door when it once again swung open revealing the same ginger boy yesterday grinning at me.
"What?" I shook my head before giving Sam a questioning look.
"You're holding the cup upside down." He stated with a laugh his teeth showing. I slowly wander my eyes downward and I just laughed nervously for yes I'm holding it upside down whilst I'm holding the spatula on the other. "I guess you weren't okay Britt, do you want me to take over your shift? You've been here for like 5 hours. And I don't min-"
"No." I cut him off. "I'm fine. I'm totally fine, actually I never felt… this, you know." I grinned before I shoved the cup against his chest. "An affogato for the old man on the corner, be careful he's sort of feisty." I whispered whilst stifling a chuckle on his ear and he just laughed mockingly.
"I think you're not okay, though." He called over his shoulder and I just waved my hand gesturing him off before I threw him one last glance sticking my tongue out.
"Santana." I heard that raspy voice and my head instantly snapped on the counter's direction and I almost lost a tooth on how fast I was moving shoving Mercedes off the counter to face the Latina I have been waiting for, I even heard the other girl hissing on the floor. Seriously? How did I even manage to forget that? Damnit! Did Sam and I talk for that long?
"What was that?" I nearly yelled, my brows shooting up to my hairline, my lips forming a grin whilst my hand went autopilot grabbing a pen on the corner.
She just laughed before waving me off. "Are you okay?" she giggled taking the phone off her ear.
"I'm ecstatic. What was your order?" Okay, I may have sound a little eager.
Again she giggled and I just held my breath. Why is this even happening? Just the sound of her laughter it's making my insides flutter and my stomach swirl inside me.
"I'll take one Café au lait." She mumbled sweetly with the perfect accent resonating in my ear. Like seriously I have been working here for 4 months now and I never ever said it perfectly, I don't know I may have a tongue problem or something. And I pretty doubt that, I got no complaints about this! If you know what I mean.
If I thought that was pretty embarrassing, it wasn't. When I was about to scribble it down, the tip of the pen made an almost inaudible sound against the marble counter and I just closed my eyes wishing that the floor would just wide open and just swallow me whole. Why do I have to be this embarrassing, again?
"Here." I heard Santana's voice and my eyelids flutter open revealing her tanned hands offering me a piece of paper.
With quivering fingers I took the paper off her hand and began scribbling her order, what was that again?
"Santana, right?" I said when I finally faced her. Once again I found myself drowning in those orbs, how deep could that be?
"You got it, Brittany." She laughed before walking over the other counter to pay for the coffee. And I can't help but ogle a little on her perfect body, and when I said perfect. It's freaking perfect! She's wearing a not too short dress that's cut off up to her knees and blazer which hugs the perfect shape of her body. And have you seen her ass? Jesus!
Mercedes hit me on the shoulder throwing me back to reality, she got her brows quirked her eyes alternating on the piece of paper between my fingers and back to my eyes. "Just gonna hold it like that, Britt?"
I just playfully rolled my eyes and scurry to the coffee machine making this coffee less than 5 minutes. I took a deep breath when I finally held the cup in my hand as I try to check for my face on the other. "Do I look okay?" I rant in front of Sam.
At first he was looking at me questioningly before as if something just hit him and he started smirking at me his strong arms securely crossed over his chest. "That's why you don't want me to cut your shift, you're into her!" he teased.
I knit my brows together as I try to maintain a straight face. "What? No! I think she's just really pretty." I grumbled.
"You should have seen your face when she just appeared out of nowhere and you weren't there to take her order you even pushed Mercedes, which by the way is not really nice! What if she got hurt? She's my girlfriend, Britt, let me just remind you that!"
"Sorry, okay? I was just carried away."
"You're so into her! Now give her that coffee and get back here we have to talk about your future love life. I'm so excited!" he squealed. If it wasn't the fact that I know Sam for like half of my life and I'm pretty sure that he's straight as post and he's super in love with Mercedes I'll think that he's having an identity crisis.
"Shut up, Sam." I half groaned half laughed before I slowed my pace when I saw Santana sitting on her usual spot. I can't help my brows knitting together when the smile I saw earlier wasn't there and was now replaced with a scowl written all over her face whilst she got this man in a formal black suit talking to her. A total stranger would think that this would be his father, for he got the same dark brown curls and deep brown eyes. The prominent frame of his shoulder would make anyone weak along with the fire under his gaze. He also got two other men in suit behind him, if I wasn't that serious at all I would have thought that they look somewhat the gangsters' type.
"Papi, I told you I'm not going to do that." I heard Santana say, and by that I intentionally slowed my pace, glancing to other customers in the process.
"Santana, you're a grown woman you have to start thinking about your future. You can't just do whatever you want, you're not in high school anymore. Life is not just a simple game, mija. It's a battle you have to do everything for you to live."
"And by that you can dictate what should I do with my life? Huh?" Okay, I don't mean to eavesdrop.
"All I'm saying is that, this is the best for you."
"The best for me or for you and your little world of ambitions? How about me?"
"He's a nice person, Santana. You'll learn to love him. I promise you that."
"Papi! Listen, which part of this argument you don't understand? I'm a lesbian. L-E-S-B-I-A-N. It means I like girls! A she."
"Santana, I know that, and I'm telling you I'm happy that you're accepting yourself being gay, but can you just give it a chance? Maybe he could change you."
"Oh wow! Change?" I found myself standing in front of their table just listening to their argument. Honestly, I'm quite confused as to why I'm standing this close to them. I still can't believe that may gaydar went off with Santana!
"What?" The man breathed when he finally eyed me, I gulped dryly before I cleared my throat and began searching for my voice somewhere.
"Coffee." I stated blankly. I literally jolt when the clanking of the stool when it reached the tiled floor echoed inside the shop next thing I know is that I can feel Santana's hands on the small of my back holding me tight whilst I still got the cup of coffee in my hand. I can feel the warmth of her body beside me and I can't feel any more comfortable, I can actually stay like this forever.
"Just follow my lead and just agree with whatever I'm going to say." She whispered and I found myself nodding to her words.
"Santana?" the man breathed heatedly.
"This is Brittany." She said and I just nodded whilst I kept my eyes alternating on their faces.
The man just quirked his brow before getting up on his feet. I can feel the thumping inside my chest as he watches us with his piercing glare.
"She's my fiancée and we're getting married on Monday."
"Yes, we're getting married on Monday." I parroted her words with the determined voice she used.
And it hit me.
"Wait, what?" I nearly yelled.
A/N: Spread the word.