Was It All A Coincidence? GxG

ch. 13

I waited at the counter standing straight and occasionally checking my hair and appearance in the reflection of a coffee maker and I stood there tapping my finger. Why am I so nervous?

Each time I see someone walk into the store my heart races just to be let down.

Finally a woman comes in and she's about average, is it rude to say I expected more? She's beautiful but not what I expected.

She smiled at me as she walked up to the counter and I felt a bit disappointed. "Hi" I said a bit awkwardly.

"Hi? Can I get a cappuccino with vanilla creamer to go?"

I looked at her confused then it clicked, this isn't her. I smiled and nodded and started making her coffee.

When I finished and she paid and left I was getting a bit inpatient. "Hello?" A man said at the counter. He was good looking, Jared's type.

I gave him a quick smile and looked back to the door "Jared can you come get this? I'm waiting for someone"

"Yeah I'm coming" they said and came out from the back and smiled at the man. "What can I get you? Other than my number" they said shooting their shot.

The man laughed a bit "I'm here on business actually. I was told their was a mix up with some food and I'm supposed to pick it up"

"Bummer" Jared said.

"Sydney?" The guy asked and I looked back to him.

"Yeah"

"I'm here to pick up the food"

"Who are you?"

"I work for the boss, uh I'm like Tanya but...me" he said a bit playful.

"Why isn't she here?"

"Oh the boss requested her to go home for the day"

"No not her, your boss. Why isn't she here?"

"From what I know her identity is supposed to be kept from you so why would she be here?"

Disappointment filled me. Why do I even care? "Right." I pointed to the bag and he nodded but paused.

"I think I would like that coffee and your number if it's still an option" he said talking to Jared and they smiled.

I ignored the two and leaned in my hand on the counter looking off into the distance and he eventually took the bag with the food in it and left.

"I thought you didn't really like this girl?" Jared said leaning on the counter next to me.

"I don't"

"Then why do you look like you're a child who was told they can get a toy but your parents couldn't afford the one you wanted and every other child has one but you know that money is tight so you don't throw a fit and just pick a cheaper version but you refuse to take it to school for a nap time buddy because you're scared the other kids will make fun of you but they do anyways because you don't have any friends and you're always picked last and have a panic attack any time a group project is announced so you don't get out of your seat because you already know you don't have anybody to cheer about being able to work with them so when the teacher ask who doesn't have a partner you have to raise your hand and she puts you with the mean girls who whine and cry because they don't want you in their group but you pretend it doesn't hurt you but at night when you're alone you cry and wish that you were a normal kid with normal feeling like fitting in your own body and not having to be scared of what your parents would say if you told them that you wanted to shop in the boy section because the girl clothes make you feel gross and exposed and just icky but your father was an abusive drunk and your mother tried to let you express yourself but when daddy watches you have to be feminine or you'll be beat and thrown into the street or he'll take all your clothes including the ones you're wearing off of you and make you walk the neighborhood to prove that you're a girl while all the nasty old neighbors look at you"