once you wake up from the nap you didnt realize you even took, you shut your laptop and check the time. ugh time for your next job
as the weeks go by you work and work, every morning seeing the same old people which includes the new guy that really isnt all that new anymore. you see him everyday and he looks grumpier and grumpier as time passes. youre curious as of to who he is and what hes doing in a coffee shop like this but you really dont care.
what the hell is this dudes problem? everytime you come in here he has his eyes glues on you like paint on a wall. you always give him glares and make sure each one is angrier then the last. you start to regret that, though. what if hes interested in you? what if hes secretly trying to look after you? sure you have a few marks but they're all from working on cars and tripping over your own damn feet. who knows what his deal is, you sure dont. maybe you should ask him? maybe just wait it out and see what changes? you dont know what to do and its starting to both piss you off and make you intrigued. you'll just wait, yeah. that sounds like a good plan. so here you are, again.
the 5th time this week, its now friday and the weather is kinda crumby but you dont really mind it. better then the sun beating down on you and burning you, or blinding your eyes whenever you tilt your head up to look at a sign. youve gotten used to your apartment by now, it has all your stuff, pretty cozy too. youre thinking about adopting a cat so its a little less lonely, and so you have someone to talk too. yeah you sound lame but the only friends you really have are a fashion crazed lady who always ends up sticking you with a needle or a douchebag who thinks hes higher then everybody just because hes on the wealthier side.
so for now a cat will do. as you go into these thoughts you dont realize the weirdo behind the counter is waving his hand in your face till he starts clicking his fingers. you jolt out of your thinking place and blink a few times before scowling and taking your coffee in your hand. hes close enough that if you tilt your head a bit you might be able to see behind those tinted glasses and - as soon as you try he turns around and starts to clean up the machines. you roll your own eyes and spin on your heal to go to the seat youve claimed as yours in the corner and sit down.
you sip at the warm drink in your hand as you look over the place then behind you to look at the tall man whose now organizing the register. you wonder if you come here enough if he'll say something to you instead of biting his lip with a nervous expression and turning away just as he seems like hes going to talk to you. maybe being here often enough will make him less nervous? you dont know but what you do know is that you want to know what he wants to ask you. its seriously pissing you off that you dont know whats going in his mind when he sees you or when hes about to say something to you.
youre more then likely just over thinking this and what hes so nervous about is that hes going to tell you your pants fly is down. the thought alone of something like that has you checking your pants just to make sure. your pants are fine, of course they are. they're sweat pants. why would he even be looking that low to notice? maybe hes just checking you out or something. but why would you even think he'd look that low? maybe you sorta want him too? like in a 'yeah see what you cant have douche fuck' sort of way?
