Wait...I think I remember now?

I can Dream

Over the next few days, he came to the coffee shop consistently. Every morning, he'd walk in with a grin stretching from ear to ear. He'd order his Yorkshire tea and carrots, then sit in the seat by the window staring into the street.

I guess I eventually assumed he was waiting for me- or well, I finally realized he was; considering he would watch me with sad eyes every time I walked past him and left for my lunch break.

So, one day I brought my lunch to work with me and instead of leaving, I sat down across from him. "Hello Louis." I greeted, smiling awkwardly. My face felt oddly hot. Was I blushing? Gosh, it'd been a while since I'd done that.

I must have been staring, because he stared right back at me with sharp, blue eyes. Very intense.

"I'm glad you'll actually have lunch with me." He smiled

I smiled, "Sorry, I guess I didn't get the picture...the way you sadly watched me leave everyday.." I blushed as he laughed after I said this.

"You're fine. I'd probably do the same."

My mouth quivered; then, to stop the quivering, I stuffed a bunch of my salad in my mouth.

He smiled and leaned across the table, setting his elbows down and blinking big, blue eyes up at me. "So, Bianca." He paused and his cheeks reddened. "Do you like parties?"

Oh wow! He was really getting this show on the road. "Yes." I simply replied before stuffing more salad in my face. 

His eyes sparkled, then he stood up and said bye, leaving the coffee shop. 

I turned around quickly and grabbed the side of the seat, peeking around the corner as he left. What a strange guy! I finished my salad in silence, thinking back on what had just hapened. Party? Well, hopefully not one you get drunk at or anything. That wasn't the kind of party I enjoyed... or well... as long as I wasn't the one getting drunk. It was fun watching other people make fools of themselves.

The following morning, as I made my way outside to get the mail before heading to work, I thought aloud. "Guys are so weird. They just come, then leave when you finally think you're getting somewhere." My eyebrows smashed together as I grimaced before opening the mailbox. I looked both ways down the street, then, seeing it was clear, opened the box and was nearly drowned in letters. Da HECK? I stood up quickly and brushed mail off of my new blue dress then picked my sunglasses up off the ground. They fell apart in my hands as I tried to slip them into my bag. "Arg!" I hissed, crunching them further with my rage. 

Turning back to the mass of paper, I scooped it up in my arms and walked back to the door, losing handfuls of it all the way up the driveway and into the house. My feet hastily brought me back outside and my hands grabbed at the remaining letters. I tossed them inside, then ran to work again. I just couldn't seem to not be late. 

I hurredly rushed into the shop and was surprised as I was the one to turn the lights on. "Greg?!" I called out. He was always here before me! I wandered around the shop, peeking around corners. Then, I saw it. A mob quickly moving away from the shop. I stared out the window, my mouth agape. "What on earth??!!!" I said aloud. 

"Oh! Hey Bianca." 

I jumped in surprise as a voice sounded from behind me. On impulse, I whipped around, ready to strangle someone. 

"Woah! Keep it cool." Greg laughed nervously. 

"Greg!" I Yowled in disgust. "I just called for you and you didn't answer!"

He rubbed his arm. "Well, I was asleep..." 

"Asleep!?" I stared at him, eyes nearly popping. "What are you doing sleeping on the job?!"