Sorry for not posting in such a long time, I was kinda stressed and school was being a pain. But I'm back! Jeeeeey!

29. Pick me up

I think I can die happy now, coz I've just seen a piece of heaven.

What the hell is this? Who wrote this on my cup? It brings a smile on my face, I look around and see that I'm the only one who has something more than a name written on their cup. I take the cup and leave, the sweet words on my cup soon forgotten.

You must be a broom, cause you just swept me off my feet.

Another one? The fuck. Who writes these things? I mean, it's flattering but really. Really. I'm just here to get me some coffee and then I get this disgustingly adorable shit thrown at me. I guess I'll just ignore it.

You're so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line.

This is the third pick up line in three days, this is ridiculous. It must be one of the baristas right? Who else would be able to write on it, let me think, there's a redhead, a blonde and a brunette. They're all hot, anyone can see that but which one is it. I'll pay extra attention tomorrow.

Damn, if being sexy was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged!

So the redhead, she took my order today, so I guess she couldn't have written this on my cup, right? So that leaves the blonde and the brunette, this is becoming weird. There is a pattern here, I just can't figure it out. I really want to know who is hitting on me, maybe I'll figure it out tomorrow.

If you were a booger I'd pick you first.

Now that's just disgusting, a booger really. They must be running out of ideas if this is the best they come up with, and it's so frustrating because it's still disturbingly cute, even though she basically called me a booger.

I'm not a photographer, but I can picture us together.

I don't get this anymore, if this person wants me, then why won't they just write down a phone number of something. It can be easy, just say "hi, I really like you, do you want to go out with me". I hope they're not waiting on me to do something because I won't, I hate conversations. They can wait a long damn time, if it becomes too awkward for me I'll find someplace else to get my coffee. I just really need my coffee and sure these words are nice but I didn't pay for that, I paid for my goddamn coffee.

Do you have a sunburn, or are you always this hot?

Week 3, day 13. I made sure to not come here on the weekends, I don't know how long I can keep up with this so I started looking for a new coffee shop to get my daily needs. I'll just come to this place less and less until it stops and fade away so this person can start flirting with the next victim. I've also given up on trying to find out who it is, it just doesn't make sense. None of the three baristas are in the position to write down a cheesy pick up line on my cup, every day.

Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you've got fine written all over you.

I stopped going here on Fridays, those days I go to the other place. I have a stack of 25 cups in my desk drawer, I don't know why I kept all of those but I did. I swear to god I've never known so many goddamn pickup lines in my life, it's ridiculous.

Four plus four equals eight, but you plus me equals fate.

This whole thing is making me anxious, I'm not a social person. I deal with anxiety and trust issues so if the person who writes on my cup can kindly fuck off than I would deeply appreciate it.

When God made you, he was showing off.

You know what, I'm fucking done with this shit. Without even taking a sip I dunk my full cup in the trash, so that the three women behind the bar can see it. Then I stalk away, looking back right before I close the door, I see the baristas looking at me worriedly. I leave.

Nothing happens after that, I move my early coffee adventures to another place where I don't get bombarded with pickup lines and I can enjoy my coffee in peace. Except for today, exactly 3 weeks after I last went to that doomed coffee bar, but I'm late and I need to get some caffeine in me so I can do my job properly. And this place just so happens to be closer to the studio.

I keep my head down as I order and wait for the coffee, I sit down and open my laptop to send my boss a quick email that I'm gonna be late, just so he's prepared. Which also means that I can finish my coffee and take my time while I'm at it. In peace. Alone. But no, some people just had to ruin it for me. The three baristas slide in the booth with me and I feel like I'm cornered, I'm pissed. But talking is not exactly my thing so I keep my mouth shut and wait for one of them to start this already annoying conversation. The blonde keeps looking to the others like she waiting for them to say something but they don't, so she does.

"we just wanted to say sorry, we don't really know what we did wrong but it was never our intention to hurt you or make you angry" I can see that she's really sorry, that or she's a damn good actress.

The brunette jumps in after her friend "so obviously you didn't like our pickup lines, but we really wanted to ask you out"

"Stacie!" the blonde tries to shut this so called Stacie up, but she doesn't succeed

"no Aubrey, she needs an explanation and I'm giving it." The blonde is Aubrey "So this all started out as a bet, we" she gestures to the three of them "are in a relationship, all three of us. And one day you came in and we all liked you, instantly really, it was kinda creepy. And that resulted in us talking about if we should ask you out and then I kinda came up with the whole pickup line thing, we wanted to see who you'd react to first. But that got messed up because apparently we did not make clear which one of us wrote which cup and so you never knew which one of us wrote what"

I look at them, unimpressed, and clear my throat "you know what I think, I think you are all idiots. Spoken words were holy in many ancient cultures and I believe that you should've asked me out, by actually asking me out. No I didn't hate the pickup lines, I just hate social situations and you guys give me anxiety that I don't need when I'm getting coffee"

"we're sorry, we'll stop" the redhead looks like she's about to cry and I feel kinda guilty about causing that sad face "but if you'll allow us, we'd still like to ask you out"

"with words this time" Aubrey says

I look at the redhead "I don't even know your name"

Stacie answers for the three of them "how rude of us" she points to the redhead "Chloe" then to the blonde "Aubrey" and last to herself "Stacie, nice to meet you…"

"Beca" I fill her in

She smiles "nice to meet you Beca, now that we have met formally. Would you like to go on a date with us"

"Is the sun warm?"

Aubrey chuckles "so I take it's a yes then"

"it is"