Sometimes, the little things aren't always the extras. Aren't always the less needed. Sometimes, it's the little things that makes up your day. It's the little things that makes you feel better when you've had a terribly rough day. It's the little things that brightens the darkest of nights. It's the little things.
Starting my day with my morning routine. Like jolting up and hitting the snooze button a billion times before I seriously get out of my bed. I usually set my alarm a few minutes before six o'clock. My I-need-to-get-up-or-I'm-gonna-be-late-again time. And so my day began, breakfast, shower, I got dressed, and I headed to my cute lazy job, working at the coffee shop.
I came in at around seven fifteen. Fifteen minutes late. Again. When I came in our customers were the usual, old people who got up early ordering pancakes and coffee every single day. It's kind of boring but, at-least I got someone to talk to while waiting for customers. I got Philip. He's the baker in our coffee shop. The owner of the coffee shop, Jean, only got two employees because we don't need much people to handle the job since we only serve pastries, coffee, and tea.
"Good morning, Philip." I greeted as I checked in.
"Oh hey, if it isn't ms.tardy-pants. Good morning, Kate."
"Oh, come on. At-least today it's only fifteen minutes."
A few minutes later, the bell rang on the door. It's clinging made me look up. Then I saw two boys walked in. One had blonde curly long hair, he wore a black leather jacket, white v-neck, jeans with black chucks. The other had a normal brunette boy haircut wearing a black sweater, jeans, and black chucks. They both looked my age, twenty-two. They sat on one table and asked for assistance. I came closer. I couldn't help but look at the guy wearing the sweater. He was kind of intimidating and his face looked mature. So as I approached, I asked for their orders.
"May I take your order?" I said, politely.
"Yeah, two cups of black coffee please." The brunette answered. His voice was deep and smokey.
"Anything else?" I stared into his eyes. His eyes were green. Like, nature green.
"No that's it." He answered again.
"Okay, two cups of coffee coming right up." Then I walked away.
I wondered if he noticed me staring at his eyes. He was the type of guy which you cannot help but have a crush on even though it's the first time you saw him. The type of guy which you won't let go once yours. But still, I barely know him. So I must refuse to have a crush. I put the coffee cups on the wooden coasters which was on the tray. And balanced it on one hand 'till I reached their table.
"Two cups of coffee, sir." I said. My voice sounded smaller than I expected.
"Thanks." He said.
"Hey I know that glance." The blonde butted in.
"Huh? What glance?" The brunette said.
"Oh come on Nick, don't play dumb on me now." The blonde teased. So the intimidating hot green eyed guy finally had a name, Nick.
"You know, Troy, if you keep in busting me like that in front of girls I have a crush on, I don't think I'll ever have a girl." Nick said, staring at me like he was talking to me instead of the one in front of him, across the table. And of course, my mind was full of, crush crush crush crush crush at the moment. Then I went back to the counter.
They looked like they were talking about something important. Something so relevant. Something that really matters. Then another customer came in. They sat right beside Nick and Troy's table. So I kind of over heard what they were talking about. They were talking about business. They were talking about building an apartment so they can make money out of it. (Okay, let's be clear. I overheard what they were talking about. I'm not some sort of gossip queen or whatever.) they stayed for one and a half hour 'till they called me to bill out. While I gave them the bill, Nick asked,
"Miss, what's your name?"
"Kate, sir." I answered
"No, just Nick. Well, it's nice knowing you, Kate. I'd like to know more about you. Let's go for coffee sometime."
"Sure." Then he gave me a card with his number on it. And a note that says: text me, so I'd get your number. Then they left.
To be continued...
