Lost | A Connor McDonough Fan Fiction

Chapter 3

When I came home from work I showered and got ready for bed. I checked my phone before I fell asleep only to see a text from an unknown number that said salted caramel mocha to go please!! ;)

I replied to him, sorry, but I'm off of work. I'm uber busy so ya knoooo

oh and what might a starbucks barista do in her spare time?? He asked almost instantly.

we are quite fascinating creatures, actually. we shower and wear sweatpants and read and recieve texts from strange customers.

aww, you think im strange? i thought i had a chance with the cute girl behind the counter, clearly i didnt :(

I shook my head and wrote, are you this smooth with many girls? you seem to know what you're doing with this kind of texting. ;-)

eh, he replied, its pure luck at this point.

HA, as if. you must have girls falling for you left and right.

i do, actually. there just hasnt been one that ever looked as stunning as you.

I'm so glad we aren't talking in person, or he would have seen my bright red cheeks. Flattery was clearly his forte.

tell me again how this is all luck?

hahahaha, if only you knew. i usually babble with girls im interested in. honestly its riley that gives me advice on how to talk to girls, which is kinda sad since hes my younger brother XD

at least you have someone to help you out- i struggle with the simplist of things to say. guys usually dont talk to me since all i do is get really nervous and laugh way too much for it to be considered "cute".

i disagree. i thought your laugh was very cute :)

did your brother help you with that one too?

no. that one was called being honest.

I smiled to myself and checked the time.

well i have to go to bed. i'll text you tomorrow.

promise? he asked.

promise.

with extra carmel on top?

with extra carmel on top.

okay :) see you.

How could this boy make my heart flutter when he wasn't even in the same room as me?

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The next day, my Starbucks training was a bit busier than the day before, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. Oliver gave me my shirt to wear to work and everything like that so I wouldn't look too unofficial.

Before I was about to leave from work, Connor walked in and waited for me.

Once I walked out from the back, Connor said, "Hey, it's the barista," he jumped up from his seat.

"Hey, it's the customer," I acknowleged.

"So, what is this fine barista doing tonight?"

"Walking home, showering, eating, sleeping. The usual."

"No reading?"

I looked at him quizzically.

"When you texted me yesterday, you said baristas read. And wear sweatpants, of course."

"Wow, you have a great memory."

"Oh, you know it," he replied. "So, can I walk home with you?"

"Well, my house is kind of far away. It takes around a half an hour to get there by walking."