i sat with my coffee in hand and my computer open, screen at 78% brightness, which was still just a bit too bright for my sensitive eyes. i had caught myself zoning out staring around the cafe i was in, but at nothing in particular. a jingle of the door opening brought me back to reality and i looked back at my computer screen, straining my eyes a bit to get used to the bright light again.
i really need to get my eyes checked, shit.
a group of girls walked into the line and began to order. i looked down at my coffee and took a sip, it was getting cold. i typed a few meaningless words on my computer and closed it, stuffing it into my bag. scooting out of the booth i was seated in, i walked over to trash can and threw it away. right after i realized there was a phone number on it.
from the waitress? what the hell?
i took a quick look around and jammed my arm into the bin, searching for the cup i had just thrown out.
dammit i probably look like a freak-show.
i found the cup after a few seconds of blind searching, and turned it around a few times until i spotted the phone number.
odd.
i typed the phone number into my contacts and put 'cafe girl' as the contact name.
as i walked to the bus station i thought about her. cafe girl.
i mean, she was cute but not really my type. maybe she just wanted to be friends?
as i seated myself on the bus, i pulled my phone out of my right jean pocket and texted the number.
'hey :)'
i watched as the reply bubble showed up almost immediately.
oh wow she's a fast typer.
'hello there, georgie :)'
georgie. my mother only ever called me georgie.
'hi, elisabetta was it?'
'uh... elisabetta is my co-worker. i'm dream, you can call me clay though:)'
i looked up and my eyebrows scrunched together. clay? a girl served me?
'ur probably confused huh'
'yep...'
'sorry, my names clay, u picked up on the fact elisabetta's my co-worker.'
'yeah.'
'i asked her to write my number on your cup, hoping you'd see it and think it was hers or something.'
'why?'
'because you're cute, georgie:)'
i turned my phone off and set it down. every thought possible was rushing throughout my head. i'm straight. who even is this guy? what the hell happened to the girl? i am straight...
'sorry.' clay replied after around a minute of me leaving him on opened.
'no no, it's alright.'
now i was on opened.
the bus stopped, so i pulled out my wallet and grabbed a $5, and handed it to the driver on my way out, thanking him. it wasn't even my stop yet, but i didn't mind walking. i wasn't even sure why i took the bus in the first place. the one thing i did know is that the boy from the cafe was on my mind the whole mile and a half walk home back to my apartment.
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