His Possession

02

It's a new day and I'm feeling great.

I'm early.

So early, that I can take my time in my favorite coffee shop. No rushing for me. Nope.

I smile, happily walking inside Roast Room. I first walked inside here all those years ago because I thought the name was clever. Not many people know about this place, it's run by an older couple and their granddaughter, Jenny, works here somedays.

"Hello Nora" Nancy smiles at me as I approach the counter. "How's my favorite customer?"

"A few days ago I was your most loyal customer, have I been promoted to favorite?" I wiggle my eyebrows.

"Oh yes" she plays along with a laugh. "I'll get your order sweetie"

"Thanks Nance" I smile. "And just so you know, you're my favorite coffee shop owner. By a long shot. And trust me, I know plenty"

"I bet you do" she chuckles before walking away to grab my order.

"For the love of God, please don't get coffee again" a deep grumpy voice mumbles behind me.

I frown, turning around to be met with the same white button up long sleeve dress shirt and black trousers, sans coffee stain. Probably just new ones.

I look up and almost gasp from how gorgeous the man is. His dark black hair is thick and messy in a neat way, his full pink lips are accented with stubbled facial hair, and his eyes are a deep blue. Like the ocean. Obviously he has a built body but I knew that when I mistook him for a wall yesterday.

He's very attractive.

Also mean.

"For your information," I finally speak. "I was trying a new thing. Maybe you shouldn't wear such white shirts"

"So she does speak" he raises a thick black eyebrow.

"I spoke yesterday" I furrow my eyebrows. Didn't I?

"No"

"I said sorry" I had to have at least said that. I'm not rude like him.

"You said oh my gosh" he puts his hands in his pockets.

"So I did say something" I smile triumphantly.

"Here you are sweetie" Nancy's voice makes me turn around.

"You're the best Nance" I take my warm slice of pumpkin bread and take a seat at one of the tables. 

Since I have all this time.

I pop a piece of the delight into my mouth and sigh, closing my eyes. Nothing should ever taste this good. Ever.

"What's wrong with white shirts?"

My eyes snap open to see the man standing in front of me. He's holding a coffee. Yuck.

"What?" I ask through a mouthful.

"You said maybe I shouldn't wear such white shirts" he repeats my words from moments ago. "What do you have against white shirts?"

I chew and swallow before answering him. "White shirts, or anything, aren't spill proof. So they aren't practical"

The man peruses me. His eyes raking over my body, or maybe just my outfit. I'm wearing a lavender blouse with a floral print pencil skirt and lavender flats. My curly hair is held up with a clip and black rimmed glasses on my nose. That hasn't changed.

Anywho his dark stare startles me a bit because it's kind of intense.

"Maybe it's less about the clothing and more about watching where you step" he finally looks back into my eyes.