Enchanted

I Was Enchanted to Meet You

-[Note:  Two years later in Ethan's point of view. Got it? Kay? Kay. ]-

"May I have a caramel frappacino, please?"

The barista named June punched my order in. "Anything else, dear?"

I looked around the display counter, where sweets and desserts were arranged. "Oooh, three of those heart-shaped cookies to go, please."

She rang up the order and said, "That'll be three sixty-seven."

I handed over my Visa card and as the cashier swiped it, I glanced around the shop. There were people typing away on their laptops, couples chatting over coffee, and over by the window, a girl was writing in her journal, munching on a smore bar. Come to think of it. that girl looked oddly famliar- like a girl named Aralyn.

"Um, sir?"

"Oh, sorry. Thank you." I took my bag full of cookies and debit card from June.

"No problem. Your frappe will be here shortly." 

I nodded and continued starting at the girl. She was done eating her treat, and currently and tapping her pen on her lips, probably thinking of something else to write. The more I watched her, the more I agreed that she was Aralyn Sinclair.

Finally! I found her!

"Here you go!" June said, handing me my frappe. "I hope you enjoy it."

I gave her a curteous nod and made my way to Aralyn. "Hi," I smiled and placed my frappe on the table where she was sitting. "Mind if I join you?"

"No, not at all." Aralyn closed the journal and motioned me to sit. "Have we met before?"

I took a seat and shook my head. A smile grew on my face on how easily I could lie.

"Are you sure? You look awfully familiar."

"I'm positive. I have never been to Florida before."

Her green eyes showed a little disappointment and then it went away quickly. "I just can't help it- my mind keeps telling me that you like someone I met a few years ago at a wedding rehearsal dinner party."

My heart raced. I jumped a little and disguised it as a reach for my drink. She remembered, I thought, taking a sip. Aralyn remembered. "Trust me dear, I wouldn't ever forget if I met a beautiful face like yours."

At that line, she blushed and used putting her journal and pen away as an excuse to hide her face with her blonde hair. I had the sudden urge to rake my fingers through it.

 "So, what's your name?"

"Marcus."

"Nice to meet you, Marcus. I'm Aralyn by the way, Aralyn Sinclair." She streched her arm across the table for me to shake.

"What a pretty name," I said after shaking her hand. "Are you named after anyone?"

She smiled sadly. "My mother."

"That's sweet." Since I already knew the story about her mother, I didn't ask again. "How old are you, Aralyn?"

"Eighteen," she said, smiling with amusement. "And you?"

"Just one year older than you." I took another sip of my drink, while commiting that pretty smile of hers to memory.

"What brought you here to the Sweet Tooth? You know, since you've never been to Florida before."

"It appeared... inviting. And also, I was craving a frappe after hours of studying."

"Oooh, have you tried their sweets?"