Media Secret: Hidden Johansson

Coffee drama

6:30 am.

For the last 20 years and 49 weeks, I have worked none stop, to get to today. I roll over and pull on my shorts a tank top and my hoodie to cover my tattoos. I pull on my running shoes grab my mask baseball cap and headphones sliding them around my neck, I see my mum in the kitchen with my stepdad and sister. "Going for a run! Love you guys!" I shout heading out the door. I race around to the back of the house, like always and over the wall. I put my headphones over my ears and start to run the same long route as always, my podcasts playing in my ears and start to run through the morning sun, being back in LA it's better running in November here than in London usually it's raining and cold.

My mother and I along with my stepdad have always worked hard to keep me out of the world my mum lives in, it's been hard. People know I exist of course but no one knows what I look like or who I am but a few of my friends don't know my last name, I have never had a trusted girlfriend enough to meet my family or know my real last name. You could try and search for me online like most people have, the only thing of me people will see. Is my two tattoos, and my face covered constantly walking alongside my mother and stepdad nothing else.

I have a big interview today, which can set up my dream career. It means I can put all my hobbies into my actual life and in excitement, I have been running through all the possible questions in my head that could be asked since the run began, it's what the podcasts are for. I had been living in England with my dad, working in the Army for the last 4 years. When I was scouted for this interview I moved back over to LA with my mom 2 weeks ago.

I ran into the same cafe every morning as I had done for the past two weeks and every time I visited over the holidays. I knew the barista, James, he was a nice guy and I always gave him a large tip I knew he was working hard to pay off his student loans to be a doctor.  We had become great friends I would like to think anyway. We always talk while I drink my coffee and then I head out to finish the rest of my run.

I pulled off my headphones sliding them around my neck and pulling up my my mask over my face. I walked into the small little cafe and bumped into a slightly shorter woman, accidentally knocking her coffee all over her. "Fuck I'm so sorry here let me get you another one. James? Could you do a repeat of the last order with mine please?" I asked him as he looked over at the common wide-eyed. He quickly nodded.

"You don't have to do that it was an accident." her voice sounded familiar I couldn't picture why. Pure angelic, delicate and smooth I could listen to it for hours, as I looked over and the woman I had nearly knocked over her sparkling green eyes shone through behind her mask and the lightly furrowed eyebrows, her hair a dark brown with a fringe covering her forehead, I was taken back by her taking in all of the small freckles on the top line of her mask, the cute way her head was tilted to the side. I snapped out of my world of admiring the beautiful woman in front of me to look down at her clothes now noticed her top was now coffee-stained.

"You have coffee all over you, here take my jumper to cover it, I'm sure you have a busy day today. I don't want to think that you need to be stressed over a top I have ruined" I quickly peel off my jumper and hand it to her.

"I can't take your jumper. Please it's okay honestly." her voice was so soft and smooth that it was relaxing and calming.

"Please I can easily replace it, It would make me feel a lot better." I looked down at her if this mask wasn't on she would be able to see my smile, hers however I could see without the mask it lit up her eyes as it widened.

"Okay but you need to write your number on that coffee cup so I can return it," she replied sliding the hoodie on over her head, I pulled her hair out of the back which she thanked me for.