Out of My Dreams

Chapter 1

"Why do you think you deserve to get my number?"

"Because you're the woman of my dreams."

"How many times have you used that line?"

"Just this once, baby."

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Amalia sprung up out of bed. She kept having the same dream over and over again. But that doesn't matter, It's the first day of October! It was Saturday, so she didn't have class at The University of Connecticut today. She's been working her ass off, it was senior year after all.

She knew that the coffee shop would be packed with people today. Everyone would be in and out to get their pumpkin spiced treats.

So she better get to work.

Amalia got up out of bed, and stretched her arms up high. "Good morning, fall!" She said.

She went to brush her teeth and wash her face. When she got there, she looked in the mirror.

Yikes...

Her hair was a mess. She didn't have the time to straighten it, so she just threw it up in a messy bun. 

After she was done in the bathroom, she went to put on an oversized maroon sweater, black leggings, tasman uggs and her apron.

"Hey mom!" She said when she got downstairs. "Hey honey! Do you mind working the counter? There's too many people in the kitchen." Her mom said. 

"Of course! Let me just find my name tag, I forgot it upstairs." Amalia said. She ran upstairs, and got her name tag off her nightstand. She quickly pinned it to her apron.

RING RING RING

She rolled her eyes, and quickly ran downstairs.

The person ringing the bell was a woman who looked like she was in her mid-30's, and had a kid on her hip.

"Hi there! Sorry for the wait! How may I help you?" Amalia asked. "It would've been nice for you to serve me 3 minutes ago." The woman said. 

"Again, I'm sorry for the wait. But if you argue with me, it'll only be a longer wait." Amalia said. "Don't get smart with me, girl! I want a pumpkin spice latte, a black coffee, and 3 of your pumpkin pancakes TO GO!" the woman yelled.

"I don't think I heard you, can you repeat that?" Amalia said sarcastically. "You rotten girl, just get my order, bitch!" the woman yelled, once again. 

Amalia gasped. "Watch yourself, or I'll kick you out of here myself. I can't believe you would use language like that around children!" 

"That's it! I'm out of here! You just lost a customer today!" The woman screamed, and stomped out of the shop.

Amalia laughed, but quickly stopped when she saw her mother looking at her. "Amalia, I thought we talked about this." Her mother said.

"I know, I know. But mom, I can't just let her walk all over me!" Amalia said. "Well, she's a customer, and the customer is always right. We always treat customers with respect." Her mother said. 

"Good morning, honey!" Amalia's father said, ruffling his hand on Amalia's head. Amalia laughed, "Hey, dad!"

"Neil, would you mind teaching your daughter some customer service manners, she can't get it through her head." Amalia's mom laughed. "Well, Maria, If I remember correctly, you were the one who taught her everything she knows!" Amalia's father said, and kissed his wife on the head.

Amalia looked over at them talking and laughed. A familiar old woman walked up to the register, and rang the bell once.

Amalia laughed and said, "Hi, Mrs. Gerald. Would you like your usual?" 

"You know me too well, Amalia." The old woman laughed and waited for her black coffee, with 2 pumps of vanilla in it. 

After a few minutes, Amalia gave the old woman her cup. "Hey, Mrs. Gerald. Since it's the first day of October, here's a free pumpkin cake pop. Enjoy." Amalia said while smiling. 

"Thank you, Amalia! You remind me so much of my grandaughter." Mrs. Gerald said, and walked away.

"Hey, could I get a free cake pop too? This is my favorite coffee shop in town." A guy who was maybe 6 feet tall, had luxurious brown hair, and a dark blue "University of Connecticut Hockey" sweatshirt.

Amalia was a little stunned. 'Damn, he's fine' she thought. "Well, It's great to hear that we're you favorite coffee shop in town. But I'm sorry, sir, I'm only allowed to give out one free cake pop a day." She said.

That was a total lie. She could give out as many free things as she wanted, but what would the profits be if she gave everything out for free?

 "Ah, cmon. I need to fuel up for my game today." He says, and points at his sweatshirt. 

"Well, you could just buy one." She said, grinning. "Well then I've got nothing to brag about." He said. 

Amalia just laughed and asked, "What would you like?" 

He took a moment to think, "Could I get an iced coffee with pumpkin syrup, one of those pumpkin cake pops since you won't give one to me for free, and.... your number." He said.

Amalia got a strange sense of deja vu. She had seen this interaction every night for the past few months. She had been working here since she was 14, and had been living upstairs since she had started college. 

So Amalia said what she had said in her dream every night, "What makes you think you deserve my number?" 

"Because you're the woman of my dreams." He said. 

Amalia was quite literally the woman of his dreams. Charlie had been dreaming of a petite, red-headed woman every night for the past few months. And he had been coming here ever since his freshman year. Why had he never seen her before?

"How many times have you used that line?" She asked.

"Just this once, baby." He said, and winked at her.

"HEY! Flirt on your own time, you're holdin up the damn line!" A man shouted from the back of the line. 

"Alright, can I get a name for your order?" Amalia asked. 

"Charlie." He said. 

Amalia smiled, and put the cup behind her for his coffee to be made. She grabbed one of the pumpkin cake pops, and handed it to him.

"Thank you." Charlie said. "You're welcome." Amalia said. 

"Hey, what's your name?" Charlie asked her. "Amalia." She said.

They were both looking into each others eyes. But then Amalia felt someone poking her shoulder. It was her not so little brother, Rowan. He was a sophomore at The University of Connecticut.

"Give this t- Hey Charlie!" Rowan said. Huh? Amalia questioned in her head. "Amalia this is my friend Charlie! He's senior captain of the hockey team, we met at a frat party!" Rowan said. 

'So, he's a senior, and goes to UCONN as well? How come I've never seen him before...' Amalia thought.

Amalia laughed awkwardly, "That's.. great!" She said. "Rowan, next time there's a party, be sure to bring her around." Charlie said. "Her? Yeah right. Amalia does nothing but watch old 80's movies." Rowan said. 

Amalia reached up and flicked him on the head. "Ouch!" Rowan said. "Goodbye, Rowan!" Amalia said. Rowan rolled his eyes and walked away. 

"You should come to the game tonight, it's home." Charlie said. "We'll see" Amalia said, and went to take another order.

When Charlie walked out, he looked down at his coffee cup. His eyes widened.

Her number was right below his name.