Fall for Your Type

Coffee in the morning

I watched the man I hated more than anything walk through the cafe doors with a smile on his face. I was confused because i've never seen this man smile, ever.

"Hi sir, welcome to the Wilson Cafe, how may I help you?" I say trying to be as professional as possible.

"Good morning Ms. Wilson, i'll have my usual." He tells me.

"I'm sorry, what is your usual? I'm not familiar." I tell him trying to be petty. I knew his usual; medium hot caramel macchiato and a ham and swiss cheese croissant, warmed up. "You do, go ahead. Please add a medium hot chocolate as well. You look gorgeous today Ms. Wilson."

I look up from tapping on the screen, "Thank you?" I say. This is the first time he's given me a compliment or even said anything beyond seven words. "You have a question?" He asked. "Actually I do, why are you being nice to me? Usually you can't bear to look at me and hardly say more than three words." I explain. He's rude every time he comes in here. He hasn't been by the cafe in a month, but he returned a whole new person.

"A man can't be nice?"

I motion for him to pay, "Yes he can but you aren't nice. You're rude, you don't smile, and you don't talk." He tapped his phone on the card reader. "Ms. Wilson, people can change." He smiles again. I'm ashamed to say he has an eye catching smile and he's more..attractive if you will.

I handed him his receipt, "Right, my name is Fatima by the way, you don't have to call me Ms. Wilson."

"I like Ms. Wilson better."

"Whatever floats your boat. Can I ask why the switch up?" Luckily there wasn't no one coming in as of now, they usually go through the drive thru.

"I was angry with the world when I lost custody of my daughter. Took my anger out on the wrong people. About a month ago, I received custody of my daughter which is why I haven't been by in a while. We stayed in LA for a while until I felt comfortable bringing her home with me."

"Dad, did you get my hot chocolate?" A young girl says coming from the bathroom. "Yes I did princess." She is literally the spitting image of him.

"Hi, you're so pretty." She said to me. I smile, "Thank you, you're such a pretty young lady as well."

"Thank you."

He introduces us, "Rori, this is Ms. Wilson, Ms. Wilson, this is my daughter Rori."

"You can call me Fatima, nice to meet you Rori."

"Nice to meet you too Ms. Fatima. Dad she's so pretty why didn't you tell me that? Everything you've said about this woman and you forgot to mention how pretty she is? Rookie." She rolled her eyes.

"Ro, that enough."

"I'm sorry, did I miss the part where I have been brought up before?" I question.

"No-"

"Yes. My dad told me about this woman that owns a coffee shop. He went on about how nice you are and how he loves your business. How welcoming and comforting it is, which is why he comes every day. He mentioned that he found the woman attractive but-"

"Rori Lanae Taylor," He motion for her to be quiet. "Oh no, go on please." I tell her.

"I told him if he found her attractive that he should ask her out on a date because he hasn't dated since the fossil ages but he doesn't listen and he's grumpy."

"I agree with the grumpy part."

"Yea. I don't see another very attractive woman in here, well besides myself, there's you."

"I like that," We high fived. "Dad please ask her on a date." Rori nudged her father. "Mom, tell me why-" My daughter, Summer, said coming from the back where my office was. "My eyes must be deceiving me." Summer said. "Sum!" Rori said, my daughter ran around the register and hugged Rori. "Omg it's been like forever!" Summer said. Zac and I watched as they talked about nothing in particular.

"Mom, this is Rori who I told you about. My friend from like two years ago that I lost contact with when she moved away." Summer explained.

"Oh right!" Of course I remember the young lady my daughter cried over when she moved away. They had just become friends before Rori moved away and clicked instantly.

"Okay Sum, wait. Cause my dad was just about to ask your mom on a date. Go ahead buddy." Rori says.

"Yea go ahead buddy." Summer followed. "Damn can I buy the lady some flowers before I ask her?" Zac said.

"No," Summer and Rori said together. Zac looks at me and laughs. Okay I admit it, he's fine as hell. "Ms. Wilson, would you like to joint me for dinner tomorrow night? Let's say 8?"

I smile, one date wouldn't hurt. "Of course."

"Yayyyy!" Summer and Rori jumped up and down. "We totally have to catch up, what's your number?" Rori asked.

By this time, their order was ready so I handed Rori her hot chocolate and Zac his coffee and croissant. While the girls were talking, I gave Zac my number. "Am I rude now?" He asked. I looked up from his phone and went back to typing my number in. "No you aren't. In fact I thought you were a handsome guy when I first saw you. Your attitude sort of made you a tad ugly but I understand why."

"Thank you Ms. Wilson."

"You're welcome. You know it's okay to call me Fatima right?"

"I know that, I like doing things my way."

"I can tell. So what this about you talking about me? Inquiring minds would like to know."

"All I said was that you're a very attractive woman and I am attracted to you. You have a beautiful smile that brightens up my day which is part of the reason I come in everyday. I avoid your eyes because they're captivating, but now...I don't want to avoid anything about you. Also when I say I find you attractive, I don't mean just physically. When I come in and sit down to enjoy my breakfast, I watch how you interact with other customers and even your employees. You have a radiant personality that anybody would love. I admire you. I notice the bible scriptures you have around this place and the bible that's in your hands every time I walk in. That tells me a lot about you which makes me feel drawn to you. Finally, seeing you be a mother. You're a damn good one. I personally didn't have an example of a good mother, nor has my daughter. The way you parent says a lot about your character."

"You just said a mouthful. Thank you Zac."

"All facts, you're welcome Fatima." He smiled.

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