Chapter 2

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I turn around now heading towards the Starbucks, my job for a short time, just long enough to get some money, but truth be told I just had to take a little break and I find myself lost with only one question that comes to mind, who is she? And why.

I walk forward and take the apron, I am told that I am at the checkout.

the first orders were annoying as was the temperature outside, we were even freezing inside.
and a Wednesday just after spending 4 hours doing nothing is not easy..

But while I am preparing the cup for the previous customer, the next one comes to the counter, when I look up I see this same girl.

a smile rises on my lips.

-A hot chocolate announces to me with a big smile on my face.

I have never heard a voice sweeter than hers.

I take his order right away and the moment I look forward to the most comes

-A first name?I ask smiling too
-Faye

I don't mind adding a little extra note...she pays and passes a few meters nearby waiting for her order.

Faye's POV

I never thought I would meet today this boy who obsesses my brain...especially being stuck with him for 10 minutes and then being served by him...

He looks exactly like I imagined.. brown hair with light eyes and quite cute..

I don't wait far for the order that he took into account, but of course our eyes meet for a few seconds but quite often.

Another waiter announces my first name throughout the store, I collect my glass but looking more closely I see writing other than my first name.

Next to my name is a little smiley and then a telephone number follows, I quickly understood that this one belongs to the latter.

8:21 pm

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in my room I have just finished my last homework, I finally lie down in my bed and look at my phone a few centimeters from me.

I remembered the phone number, I'm not really up for sending a first message but if I don't I won't hear from him again..

So I take my phone and think for 10 minutes about a good sentence without seeming too...everything.

unknown

Are you the brown guy from Starbucks?

My heart beats faster the second I read "deliver" but damn it's just a message
It takes me I would say 5 minutes before he responds but to me it feels like hours

It's not me unless your name is Faye

A smile forms on my lips
I want to start a conversation but I don't know how to go about it, I've never done that in my life and I'm afraid of doing it wrong.

I start to write but...

"I am in the right place then,"

I lack inspiration, or I'm just afraid that he doesn't care about me and that he's part of a plan by the assholes at my high school..
The blue line flashing, I look at my incomplete sentence and then I start.

I'm in the right place so, besides why are you working there ?

It's just temporary, until I have a little money, in reality what I do is far from resembling that!

Obviously I know what he does, baseball.
I dream about it every day...

Baseball I bet?

You found it..how do you know?

Just my intuition!

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I turn off my phone feeling tiredness building, I don't want to fall asleep for the hundredth time in front of my phone.

7:21 am

While I was sleeping in the most beautiful dreams, unsurprisingly accompanied by this baseball player, the creaking door of my room wakes me up slightly, but it's when in a split second the light of day illuminates my entire room wakes me up completely.

-Mom, it's 7 o'clock, don't open the shutters like that! I shout at her without malice
-that's why today I'm going to catch up with Faye.
- I just want to sleep.
-Can't you just thank me? today you won't go to school... because we're both going to the Christmas market! Yesterday I really had to leave, even though I know you've been waiting for this for a year...it wasn't cool of me.

Hearing my mother makes me feel like I'm talking to a girl my age. No mother will let her child skip class just to have fun with her!

At first, I wasn't really up for it, it's early and I would have preferred to skip class and sleep all day... but I remembered that this dark-haired guy works there... after all,nothing ventured, nothing gained?

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