I wake up to the sound of my alarm feeling groggy as usual. I know that I have to leave my bed and get ready for work at the coffee shop. Although it's just another day, I am grateful for my job.
I drag myself out of bed and head straight to the bathroom to begin my morning routine. As I brush my teeth, I glance at my reflection in the mirror. I look tired, but I know that I have to smile for my customers.
After getting dressed, I grab my bag and leave the house. The cool morning air hits my face and wakes me up a bit. I walk down the street to the coffee shop, enjoying the calmness of the early morning.
When I arrived, I saw that my coworker had already started brewing the coffee. I greet her with a smile and start setting up the counter for the day. I arrange the pastries, make sure the register is working properly and put out the sign that welcomes customers.
Soon, the first customers start trickling in. They order their usual drinks, and I chat with them as I prepare their orders. I love the regulars, they always brighten up my day with their stories and jokes.
As the morning rush continues, I keep the pace and make sure everyone is served quickly and efficiently. It's hard work, but I take pride in making sure our customers have a great experience at our coffee shop.
Finally, the rush dies down and I take a moment to catch my breath. I look around the coffee shop, taking in the cozy atmosphere and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. I feel grateful to be a part of this community.
As I was fully engrossed in my work at the cozy little shop, I suddenly caught sight of a woman who was a stranger to me. Her unfamiliar face piqued my curiosity, and I couldn't resist scrutinizing her further; she was a new face in the area and I hadn't seen her at our shop before. Her hair was half-dyed, with one side a vibrant shade of golden blonde and the other a natural, chestnut brown. Her bright, sparkling eyes exuded a contagious energy, and her cheerful demeanor was infectious. She was dressed in comfortable, casual clothing, with a loose-fitting black hoodie and a pair of faded gray sweats. As she slowly made her way towards the counter, she was intently browsing through the menu, taking her time to decide what to order.
As I watched her approach the counter, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness. Her hair, a lustrous tangle of waves and curls, caught the sparse sunlight that filtered through the windows and glinted like spun gold. As she drew nearer, my eyes met hers, and I was momentarily taken aback by their piercing chestnut hue. My cheeks felt hot as I struggled to keep my composure, waiting for her to place her order.
I heard her begin to order so I perked up and began to write it down.
"Hi... Brookin?" She squinted as she read my name tag.
"Sorry, it's pronounced Brooklyn." I couldn't help but feel a sense of irritation as I lowered my eyelids.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, but could I get a cappuccino to go please?"
I wipe the irritated look off my face as her voice calms me in a way. "Sure, one cappuccino to go." I wrote down it before looking up back at her, I felt myself getting flustered while looking back at her.
"Would you like a vanilla or caramel syrup?"
"Oh well, I guess I will go will go with vanilla."
"Nice choice, anything else for you love?" I immediately felt a twinge of regret.
"No, that would be it for me."
"Alright then, that'll be $3.50. Thank you! Your cappuccino will be ready in just a few minutes." I smiled at her. "What will be the name for the order?"
"Oh, uh Nichole."
I put her order ticket on the "next up" pile and let my coworkers make it as I took other orders from regulars. It was a busy morning, and several customers were waiting in line. I moved quickly and efficiently, taking orders and making drinks with ease. As I worked, I couldn't help but think about the woman who had just placed her order. Her bright eyes and cheerful demeanor had left an impression on me, and I found myself stealing glances in her direction. Despite my initial irritation, I couldn't help but feel drawn to her.
Finally, her drink makes it out, and we call for her. I watch as she picks up her cappuccino and takes a sip, a look of satisfaction spreading across her face. As she turns to leave, I catch her eye and smile. She returns the gesture, and for a moment, we lock gazes. I feel a connection between us, and I can't help but wonder if I'll see her again. As she walks out the door, I take a deep breath and turn back to my work, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation that I can't quite explain.
The rest of the morning passes by quickly, and before I know it, my shift is over. I say goodbye to my coworkers and make my way outside into the bright sunlight. As I walk down the street, I feel a sense of satisfaction. Despite the early morning wake-up call and the hard work, I had a good day at the coffee shop. The interactions with customers had brightened my day, and the woman with the half-dyed hair had left a lasting impression on me. As I make my way back home, I can't help but feel excited for the next day of work. There's something about the coffee shop that draws me in, and I know that I'll be back again soon.
The sun was setting slowly as I walked down the street, heading back to my place. As I was passing by a flower shop, I noticed a familiar figure through the window. It was Nichole, the woman I had seen earlier. Her hair looked stunning as always, with a perfect mix of golden and brown shades that shimmered in the sunlight. My heart began to race as I paused and observed her through the window. Suddenly, she turned around and saw me standing outside. With a smile on her face, she approached the door to greet me. I felt a wave of emotions rush over me as I prepared to engage in conversation with her once more.
"Oh hey! Brooklyn, right?"
"Uh yeah, I didn't think you would be over here," I said.
"Mhm, I work here. A friend suggested I go over to your coffee shop. I'm happy she did because it cappuccino was wonderful."
"It's kind of a hole in the wall, but it gets by."
As I stand before her, I feel my nerves start to get the best of me. The room starts to spin, and my palms start to sweat. I take a deep breath, hoping to calm my racing heart and steady my shaking hands. I look up and see her smiling at me, and it gives me a sudden burst of courage.
With all the confidence I can muster, I ask her for her number. Her reaction is a mix of surprise and amusement, but she agrees nonetheless, and I can't help but feel a sense of triumph. As I walk away, I can't help but replay the moment in my head, feeling proud of myself for taking that bold step.
As I stepped into the comfort of my own home, a warm smile spread across my face. The memory of our delightful interaction still lingered in my mind, filling me with a sense of joy and contentment. The thought of a newfound friendship blossoming before my eyes filled me with a newfound sense of confidence, as though anything was possible.
