The Loose Leaf

barista boy

"C'mon, Rory!" My roommate Mikey yelled.

My now black-haired friend was going to drop me off at the new cafe that recently opened a few blocks away from our Victorian style San Francisco apartment. We were best friends growing up since kindergarten, and we were practically inseparable (or that's what people said).
I clicked my phone off and rolled out of my blanket burrito as I hit the wooden floor with a loud thud. "Fuck." I groaned and looked around searching from the source of the deep voice.

"Uh, just a minute! I'm changing!"

I ran into the bathroom with my makeup bag and skillfully painted my face with assorted cosmetics. I loved makeup because it made me feel like the best version of myself. I didn't put it on to impress other people or even boys.
I grabbed random clothes from my closet and changed into a black crop top and some ripped skinny jeans. I slipped on white converse and tied my red and black flannel around my waist as I ran out the apartment door.
"Took you long enough." Mikey took a long drag from his cigarette as I opened up the brown jeep door. I stuck out my tongue at him and got into the car as I glanced at my reflection. Long wavy locks of dark brown hair fell over my shoulders, and big light brown eyes traced with black wing eyeliner decorated my face. Mikey and I arrived at the new cafe, and I stepped inside the white framed doors. "See you later!" I yelled to him and he flipped me off and drove away. I shrugged as I looked around to inspect the area. There were wooden chairs and tables scattered all over the cafe with vases of white roses placed in them neatly. "How may I help you?" A deep voice said. I looked up startled, into the deep blue eyes of the tall barista at the cash register. "Damn." I thought to myself, he was hot. He had dirty blonde hair that fell over his blue eyes, and dimples that decorated both his cheeks. "Uh. Can I get a medium chai tea latte?" The barista boy chuckled. "Sure thing." I nodded as I handed him some money.

"What's your name?"

"My friends call me Rory..that's if I had any friends."

He nodded as he scribbled my name on a cup.

"Isn't that a guy's name?" The sass in his tone made me snort.

I rolled my eyes as I attempted putting my wallet back in my shoulder purse.

"You must get that a lot." He continued and grinned. "But you name's unique," A smirk replaced the grin on his face as he bit his shiny lip ring. "I like it."

I mentally rolled my eyes at his flirting as I walked to the counter where I could wait for my drink.

"I have a chai tea latte for Rory!"

I made my way past a flock of white girls and some impatient San Franciscans as I grabbed my tea from off of the Cafe counter and headed towards a table. As I glanced down at my steaming hot cup, I saw a series of scribbled numbers on the cup and realized it was a phone number and I squinted at the cup.

Luke :3
415-420-6969
(I make myself laugh)
Blinking rapidly, I searched the urban styled cafe for a familiar head of blonde hair. My brown eyes met his blue ones and his smirk disappeared and he smiled sheepishly and waved. I internally cooed inside at the sight of his embarrassment and waved back.

Maybe I should come here more often..

It was the usual Saturday morning in San Francisco, California. The streets were filled with galavanting tourists and chaos at every corner and turn. Sounds of yelling people and the honking of car horns met my ears as I glanced out the window. "Crazy people." I muttered under my breath as I took a sip of my steaming hot latte.

A/N: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IM WRITING IM SO SORRY ITS SO CHEESY I CHOKED