The Ice Cream Effect

One

Oh goodness. There she is again. I wasn't expecting her to be here. I mean, I totally should've because she works here, but I didn't.

Dang it. Now I'm smiling. Oh, and I'm staring? Don't look at me. Please, please don't look at me. Phew. Safe for now.

My name is Diana Stone and I love coffee. That may seem completely irrelevant to the story but hold on for a minute. Right now I am going to the ice cream shop with my family for a special 'Last Day Of Summer' celebration. I come to this ice cream shop more often than I'd like to admit. Mostly because they have good (expensive) coffee. There's also this girl. She... Well, she's gorgeous. Adorable. At first, I thought I was just admiring her, as one does when they see a beautiful human. But now? Oh, man. I smile every time I see her. I can't help but get excited.

It all started when I got a caramel macchiato back in May. I went in and I saw her. Her short brown hair, round glasses, and, most noticeable, her asexual pride bracelet. I wanted to compliment her bracelet then and there, but, for some reason, I was stupid and didn't. I walked away, not thinking anything of it.

Then I saw her again when I was getting a caramel frappe. I noticed her beauty yet again. I couldn't help it. I didn't look at her though. I didn't make eye contact. I hate eye contact. I always have. I didn't notice the bracelet this time, but she was still pretty.

I was a bit happy when I saw her again when I got my raspberry white chocolate iced coffee. But I still wasn't crushing.

But then it happened. I'm not sure what hit me, besides common sense. I went with my mom, getting my raspberry coffee again. And I got excited when I saw her. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her working. I prayed she'd take our order. She did. I love her voice. It was so pretty. I smiled at her, but she didn't smile back. She was probably just bitter about working. But oh how I wished to see her smile.

And now, there I was. Seeing her making someone else's coffee. Oh my gosh, she was stunning. Even in her simple clothes, messy hair in a ponytail, and somewhat tired eyes. I was down badly. I couldn't help but smile when I see her. I didn't realize I was smiling until I looked like every single girl in cheesy romance books, my head down, a slight blush on my tan cheeks. Well then. Plan my funeral.

We got in line and I watched her, praying yet again that she'd take our order. She didn't. She was too busy making someone's drink. When the time came for me to order my ice cream, I didn't know what I was getting. I was too busy gaping at a pretty girl. Curse my gayness. So when I spoke to the worker, I stuttered like crazy.

"U-Uh could...could I have a uh...one scoop of the uh...the-" I squinted at the display case. "-mud pie?" It was basic and not what I wanted to get, but ya know, blushing about a cute girl. What can I do?

The worker nods and gets me my ice cream.

I felt bad for staring. I shouldn't. I bet I was very creepy, but I couldn't help looking at her occasionally. Look away, Diana, I thought, you're being creepy.

I sighed, smiling again a split second later when the worker handed me my ice cream. "Thank you!"

We paid and walked out. Again, my creepy butt glances at her, admiring her hair. I wasn't sure if I wished I had hair like hers, or if I was falling for her because of her hair. Either way, I was looking. Then we walk out. I groan softly to myself, not thinking about it much until later. My only thought at the time, however, was, I'm too gay for this.