Java

Anxious.Her.

Coffee. That is exactly what She needed. A decaf caramel macchiato with whipped cream. No foam. Caffeinated anything was bad for her.

Placing her favorite hat on top of her unruly curls and slinging her bag around her arm, she stepped out of her car and hurried down the street into the crowd of people. The wind blew her jacket open, causing her to squeal in surprise. She automatically froze and looked around.

Her eyes were wide as they darted around at the strangers that surrounded her.Were people watching her?

She heard laughter around her. Were they laughing about her? Any normal girl would have kept walking to her destination...

Coffee. Right. Stick to the goal. After taking a few shaky breaths she pushed forward, placing one scuffed boot in front of the other. Gazing ahead, She saw the neon sign that had been blinking in her mind for the past few days.

Her weekend had been rough. If it wasn't her mom calling her about some nice guy that probably had some horrible fetish and a bald spot, it was her best friend trying to get her out of her apartment.

The beautiful studio apartment that took months to save for had become her oasis. No one laughed or stared at her there. It was the only place that She could pretend to be normal. It was the only place in the world that She could relax enough to write her stories. The papers that currently resided in her messenger bag would always be a part of her, the only part of her she was willing to share.

Every Monday and Wednesday She would head into the coffee shop within walking distance from her publisher and stay in there for hours, reading over what She wrote and what needed to be changed.

As soon as She opened the door, the warm aroma of roasted espresso beans wafted under her nose.  She took a deep breath, and glanced around before She could finally get comfortable. There weren't a lot of people in the tiny shop and her regular table in the corner was empty. She grinned.

There were three reasons why She enjoyed this place. The first was the smell, and the second was the lack of people. She closed the door and kept her head down as She walked to the main counter.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

She froze. The deep voice startled her. Usually it was a kind old woman that frequently told her about her grandchildren, but today it was a guy. Her third reason was She never saw anything close to the male species in here. Crap.

She never had the best luck around guys. Something about them made her nervous.

Maybe She should just order and go sit in the library? No. The library was out of her way and She had to get to her publisher on time. Sitting outside in the freezing cold was definitely not a choice.

She would just have to take her medicine and try not to draw attention to herself. That's easy. She thought dryly as She leafed through her bag and fished out her pill bottle, opened its top, and took a small pill out. She placed the pill in her pocket, and pushed the rest back in her bag.

She never enjoyed the idea of taking medicine, but it made things better when She felt random attacks coming on.

This guy probably thought She was crazy. Maybe after he got off of work he would talk to his overly beautiful girlfriend and laugh about the awkward girl that came in.

Sighing softly, She looked up, only to meet a pair of warm brown eyes staring deeply into hers.

"Miss? Are you okay?"

Wow. She had a thing for brown eyes. If only She was normal enough to send him a smile.

"Umm I-I'm fine. Sorry I'm n-not awake y-yet," She bit her top lip and looked down.