Coffee and Three Wishes (On going-unedited)

Chapter 1

Giselle

"Jonathan Shirley Raymond Finnegan!" I shrieked bursting through the back door.

I saw him jump in his seat all startled, his head whipping in my direction. The way his eyes bugged out almost cracked me up.

"Give it back!" I demanded as I secured my foot on the step plate of his delivery truck and pulled myself to his window. Holding my hand open right in front of his face, I continued to seethe through gritted teeth, "Give it back you thief!"

Jonathan decided to swallow his panic and presume the act of innocence. "What are you talking about? And why are you middle naming me for?" He glanced at me then looked away quickly.

He was never capable to maintain eye contact whenever he lied.

I knew exactly which buttons to push, "You know what you took and I want it back right now. Otherwise I'm calling Maya."

There it is! Sweet trepidation and pure terror that I hoped to see on his face. The audible gulp was a bonus. There was nothing compared to threatening a grown man with his seven months pregnant wife.

He squinted at me and scoffed, "You wouldn't."

I squinted back, "Try me, I dare you."

We stared at each other for dragging seconds with narrowly challenging eyes. I huffed my bangs out of the way and held my glare a moment longer.

Jonathan finally sighed in defeat and reached to the seat beside him to retrieve my small glass planter that contained my vibrantly blooming succulent plant.

He placed it in my opened palm but didn't let go, "Can't I have it?" he asked with begging eyes. "You have a lot."

"No, get your own." I closed my fingers on my plant and tagged it away from his grasp, "and stop stealing my babies. You don't see me coming into your house and stealing your pregnant wife."

Jonathan's eyes wistfully followed the planter, "But it's so beautiful and it grew flowers."

"Yes! And it looked better exactly where it was," I chided.

Changing his attention from my plant, I carefully swung my right that was carrying two cups in their holders. "Here, a caramel mocha latte for you and a decaf for Maya."

"You know you don't have to give us free coffee every time," he protested.

I shrugged, "It's the least I can do since you won't accept delivery fees from me."

Jonathan accepted the to-go cups and a kind smile spread across his face, "Don't worry, I will once the coffee house pick up." Then he looked behind me and jerked his head, "Speaking of which, how is business going?"

The waves of anxiety I kept at bay came crashing inside my chest. However, I held dearly to the bit of sunshine that had me remain positive.

"Still slow, but it's too early in the morning to be pessimist. Things might still pick up." I smiled, more to convince myself than to tell him.

Jonathan grinned, "This is why I enjoy talking to you. I love your optimism! You're a glass half full kindda girl."

Little do you know. I sighed internally, but brought out a shiny smile. "Aww, you're too nice."

I jumped off his truck not wanting to dwell needlessly on my 'optimism'. I was one compliment away from weeping my heart out. It was my tears that half filled that glass, and even that happened only because I was drained. Otherwise I would've been a full glass kindda girl.