Locha Mocha
Saturday
7:26 a.m.
Claire tied a red hairband around her white blond hair, and she walked towards the door of the coffee shop. She pulled open the door, rubbing her hands to together, to warm them from the cold.
She hung her jacket on the coat rack and buttoned a black button on her navy blue cardigan. "Mornin', Riley."
He smiled from behind the counter. "Hi, Miss-Secretly-Being-Admired."
Claire swished her wispy white bangs out of her face, and rolled her eyes. "Riley, please."
The boy she had met a few days ago, who was still nameless and had beautiful black hair, had continued to visit her.
He chuckled. "Sorry."
Claire let out a huff, and collapsed on a nearby bar-stool. The coffee shop was empty, except for an occasional customer running late and running low on caffeine. She looked a few chairs down and noticed an oddly familiar head texting on a cell phone.
She rested her head on her hand, and sighed dramatically.
"What's wrong, my darlin'?" He smiled goofily, trudging over to grab a seat by her.
"You know, I was really wishing you'd not come." Claire stared seriously into his intense eyes.
"Yeah, but I'm not a fairy. I don't fulfill your wishes." He returned her stare, with a knowing smile. "You fulfill mine."
There was no way she was going to admit how annoyingly charming he was. "Okay, for the last time. You. Are. Not. Charming."
He laughed. "Mhm, but you do think I'm charming don't you. There's just no way you're going to admit it?"
Claire poured herself a cup of coffee, to prevent him from seeing her blush a bright shade of scarlet.
"Will you just give up?. He spoke bluntly.
Claire sighed. "Why should I?"
"Because I'm beautiful." Claire could see a grin appear on his pale face.
She had to let out laugh at his proudness.
"Great, I'll be back at 11:30." He slung his jacket over his shoulder, and sauntered out.
Claire allowed herself to smile, and hug herself warmly. She had finally let herself give in.