I tap my pencil against the hard surface of the counter as I wait 'patiently' for it to be 2 o'clock. It's not that I'm waiting for Andrew.. OK maybe it is because I'm waiting for Andrew.
I hear the bell above the door go off and I try to suppress the huge smile threatening to split my face. He walks over to me with the same blank and mysterious stare and slams another five dollar bill. I quickly fix his coffee and bring it to him. He grunts and takes a sip, nodding his head and standing up.
"What's your name?" He asks me, looking straight at me. I advert my gaze to my shoes, trying to hide my blush.
"It's Sara" I say quietly, still studying my shoes.
"Sara" He repeats back, like he's testing out my name. I nod and look up at him through my lashes. He stares back at me, and for a long time we just stand there, staring at each other.
He shakes his head and takes another sip of his drink, breaking eye contact with me.
"Thanks" He says tersely, taking long strides to the door. I stare at his back sadly, secretly wishing he would stay longer. He turns back around and catches me staring, I blush and look away.
"See you tomorrow" He says, I can practically hear the smirk in his voice. I hear the door shut and I take my original spot behind the counter. I put my chin on the palm of my hand and stare dreamily out the door.
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I Can't Believe I Like You
Teen Fiction"What if we could see inside our stomachs through our belly buttons?!" "I can't believe I like you" Basically a story about a dorky girl working in a cafe and a punk boy who comes in at exactly 2 A.M. ===================== Cover made by: @Piercing...
