"Vanilla latte and caramel machiatto?" a tall, dark, older man asked as he made his way to our table.
"Yess. Thank you so much, sir."
"No problem, enjoy!" he said walking back to the kitchen.
Starbucks was so quiet...and empty. There were a minimum of three people there, not including the workers or Jordyn and I. It was extremely odd that there was nobody there on a Saturday night.
"So. What's the deal with you and Austin? I asked.
"I'm not sure to be honest. He just has this horrid temper that makes him go a bit insane. I think we need to take a break because I need to be alone... without his anger issues...in my life. I need to cut him out. Next time he calls me, I'm going to tell I'm it really isn't working out and we need to break up. "
"Yeah. That seems like a good idea, Jordyn. I saw him hit you before.."
"What do you mean, you saw him hit me before...?"
"One time, I was walking Alkino (my husky dog) and we walked passed his house, you guys were in his room. I saw you guys through his clear open window. You were crying. I saw his hand fly up and then straight down across your face. That's why on that day I made excuses for you to hang out with me and I was really hoping you would have told me."
"I'm sorry but its really hard to explain something like this and you would have been beyond pissed."
"Ahhh you know me so well." I fake smiled.
"I don't like talking about this... let's stop."
"Fine. Later we will talk OK. But right now we are having a good night. No bullshit."
Jordyn nodded and started drinking her caramel machiatto. I also started to sip down my vanilla latte. We sat there quietly. No words were spoken. All of a sudden, we heard the door bell jingle as a tall, curly haired boy stormed in. He had on a light brown leather jacket and dark skinny jeans. He also had on a dark black beanie, pushing his brown curly locks back revealing his clear face fully. I couldn't keep my wondering blue eyes off of the beauty.
"What do you keep staring at Darcy?" asked Jordyn. "Holy... mother of earth." she shouted turning to look at the boy.
