How I Met You

Chapter Thirty Six

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-Chapter Thirty Six-

Swinging my left leg over the black motorcycle, I descended and stood up straight. Jake also got off and held my head in his hands, pulling off the helmet.

He leaned down, planting a soft, light kiss on my nose. “Ready to go in?” I nodded in response, smiling, and Jake laced our fingers together.

As we made our way through the half-filled parking lot and into the coffee shop, I noticed how nice it was outside. There was a soft wind playing with my hair, and hardly a cloud in the sky. The sun shone brightly above our heads, illuminating the sky. The sounds of birds happily chirping and the nearly inaudible sound of the waves on the beach relaxed me. Today was just a wonderful, beautiful day.

Jake opened the door, the bells jingling overhead, and let me go in first. I gave him a soft smile and walked into the little café. The tantalizing smell of fresh coffee engulfed me. Jake and I sat at our usual booth next to the large window; our hands never letting go of the other.

Only a small amount of customers were here―maybe ten, or twelve. I liked this coffee shop. It was never too loud in here, and this was a really good place to think, study, or read.

“I’ll be back,” Jake told me, shrugging off his black leather jacket. “I’m going to go order some coffee for us, okay?”

“Sure,” I said. I pulled a ten dollar bill out of my jacket pocket, handing it to him across the table. “Here. This time, can I please pay?”

“I’ve never heard someone actually beg to pay.” He smirked down at me, pushing the money away.

“You can’t always pay for me, Jake,” I voiced in the most stern tone I could manage. “Can I pay just this one time?”

“No. I’m trying to be a good boyfriend here. Do you have to ruin it?”

I laughed at his comment and sighed. “Fine; go on and pay. When you run out of money though, don’t you dare ask me to pay.”

With an eye roll, he stood up and walked to the counter where a young looking man―maybe our age―stood. Jake did some odd handshake with the guy standing behind the counter. Maybe they were friends?

The guy flashed me a look, doing the head incline thing that guys do, and turned back to Jake. They talked for a bit before Jake handed him the money and stalked back over to me. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, due to the distance between us, but I knew it was about me because of the look that guy gave me.

When Jake sat back down across from me, I asked him. “Who was that guy?”

“Oh him?” He looked at the guy standing behind the counter. The guy wasn’t paying attention when I sent him a glance.