Today Your Barista Is...

Chapter 4

"And that's why I walked into the coffee shop." I said. We were caught in a conversation of me explaining why I had walked into the coffee shop earlier.
He was like listening intently and when I had finished he began to laugh.

"You were being chased by a fucking dog!" He snorted. "Oh my god..."

I threw my arms in the air as a mock-surrender. "All I'm saying is, that dog was ferocious."

"Dallon, it was a chihuahua." I loved the way he said my name.

"What? They're vicious beasts from hell!"

"Whatever you say..." His voice trailed off as he stared out the window of his apartment. Quick, keep the conversation going.

"Uh, thanks for the cocoa." I say, suddenly remembering the warm mug in my hands. "I'm glad I'm not the only one who uses milk instead of water."

He looks back over with a dazzling smile. "It tastes better that way don't you think?"

"Definitely." I nod.

The conversation goes silent again. What if he doesn't want to keep it up anymore? Am I that boring? Maybe I should leave.

I shift uncomfortably for a moment, "Er, maybe I should go." I say, attempting to pull myself from the couch.

My movements are halted by his hand wrapping around my wrist, causing me to freeze completely. His fingers are warm, covered by the cotton sleeves of his sweater.

"Wait- I, uh- don't go, please." Brendon's eyes are wide, he almost looks scared of me leaving. "At least not yet." He grins hopefully.

There's a moment of silence where I'm staring at him, and he's staring back. His chocolate brown eyes are almost looking into me.

After a couple seconds I decide to look away, the eye contact was going to kill me if it went on any longer. I just wanted to accept his request once I saw the way he was looking at me.

"Yeah. Okay." I mutter, sitting back down. He perks up at my actions. Lord why does he make me feel this way?

"So..." He pushes the conversation on. Maybe he isn't bored of me after all.

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Its almost an hour later and I find myself not wanting to ever leave.

Either the couch has gotten smaller, or we've gravitated toward each other subconsciously. Our knees are touching ever so slightly.

"The storm has picked up even more." He observes, staring out the now slightly darker window.

The snow was falling in sheets now. I could see the townhouse across the street being layered on.

"Yeah. Its getting dark too. I should head home before I'm stuck here." I say with a small hope he wouldn't want me to go as much as I wanted to stay.

"I couldn't possibly let you walk home in that. The coffee shop is already six blocks from here, let alone the extra walk back to your place." He says protectively, grabbing my upper arm.

Yes, please let me stay.

"I don't want to cause you any trouble." I object. Please please please let me stay.

"It would cause me more trouble if you walked out that door." He smiles up at me.

Yes!

"Okay, only if you're sure."

"Yes Dallon, of course I'm sure."

"Okay." I love the way he says my name.

We're left sitting together, him leaning into me ever so slightly now that he's gotten hold of my arm. Tonight should be, well, interesting.