Honey Whiskey

Ashlyn

"Superman, huh?" Kate asks with a light laugh and I facepalm myself. "I don't know what I was thinking!" I say, "He gave me a nickname and I wanted to give one back to him. It seemed fitting to have it be Superman because he was constantly saving me yesterday." I shouldn't have gone through with the idea, because now he probably thinks I'm a freak. Superman? What am I, a 5-year-old with a superhero obsession? Or worse... a 19-year-old with a superhero kink!? I groan once again before helping the next customer. On my way to the counter, Kate responds with, "Stop it, clearly he liked it! He gave you his number! Get it, girl!"

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The rest of the night went well considering it was my first shift. When we slowed down near closing Kate had me fill out an actual application and she went through all of the hiring formalities. I asked her to schedule me as many days that I'm available because I need the money. Since my parents weren't happy with my decision to move to North Carolina, they cut me off. I wish they took away their speaking terms when they took away their cash flow, but I wasn't that lucky. Being an only child of two corporate lawyers is rough because no matter what happens, they always think they're right and they will fight tooth and nail to prove it. 

I unlock the door to my apartment and I'm met with a shrill scream, which causes me to drop everything I have in my hands and clutch my chest. When I look up I see a naked pair of butts running into Morgan's room. I go from clutching my chest to covering my eyes as quickly as I can. It's my turn to scream now. "OH MY GOD, MORGAN!" "SORRY ASH!" is all I hear before her door is slammed shut. I pick up my phone and my keys and blow out a breath as I walk into the apartment. There are clothes littering the floor from the front door to the kitchen counter. Gross... "I EAT HERE YOU KNOW!" I scream towards Morgan's room. I guess I'll be needing to disinfect that counter tomorrow. For now, I head into my bathroom and strip to get into the shower. I don't want to wash my hair tonight, so I grab my hair tie from the shirt James lent me and pull my hair into a messy bun, then step into the warm water. Ugh, I needed this. I take an extra long shower making sure I scrub away any memory of last night, along with the liquid sugar I managed to get on every inch of my body. 

When satisfied, I get into a pair of loose-fitting pajamas and crawl into bed. While it's barely 9 PM, I need to get some rest for tomorrow and today kicked my butt. I'm happy though with how today turned out. I can see the cafe becoming a nice steady job for this semester and I really like Kate. My mind begins to race when I start thinking about my upcoming schedule and what needs to be completed as far as homework goes, and when I look back at the clock it's 10:30. I really need to go to sleep, but now my mind is traveling to the way James looked at me today and then I remember that he gave me his number! I jump out of bed and run into my bathroom to get the cup sleeve out of the back pockets on my jeans. I'm grinning at the number in my hand on my way back to bed and I grab my phone off of its charger. I pull up my contacts and hit "add new number." I don't know why I'm shaking from entering a number into my phone, but it only gets worse when I see that I now have James' contact information. I click on the button that says, "send text message" and stare at it while I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth to gnaw on it. Screw it!

Me: Hi!

It doesn't take long before the text bubble pops up to show that he's typing and I hold my breath.

James: Whiskey, is that you?

I smile at his response.

Me: It sure is, Superman.

James: Ah, I've been waiting for your text. Does this mean that I need to start calling you Lois Lane?

Me: Hahaha, no! I just felt like Superman was fitting since you came to my rescue so many times yesterday.

James: Good, because I really like the name I picked out for you. Whiskey and Superman has a pretty nice ring to it if you ask me.

Me: Well, I must ask... What is your kryptonite?

James: I'm thinking it may be you.

Holy crap... I was not expecting him to say that. I was expecting something along the lines of coffee, chocolate, or virtually anything other than what he said. I'm at a loss for words but I know I have to respond. I can't leave a man hanging.

Me: Me, as in my nickname Whiskey? Does the savior of the world have a drinking problem?

I add a gasping emoji at the end of my text for good measure.

James: Hahahaha, I guess we'll see how addicting Whiskey can be.

James: Can I see you tomorrow?

Ugh, I wish... I want to say yes and make adjustments in my schedule to squeeze in some time to see him and get to know him better, but I can't lose focus on school or my new job.

Me: I'm sorry but I'm extremely busy tomorrow... I'll text you a date that I'm free soon though!

James: Haha, already calling our meeting a date, I see.

Me: Lol, goodnight James.

James: Goodnight, Whiskey.

I debate checking my schedule for tomorrow anyway and see if it's possible to see him, but I decide against it. I roll over to plug my phone back in and close my eyes. Maybe tonight I'll dream of being a damsel in distress who needs saving by a man with crystal blue eyes...