The Secret Spark

2| Violet

I've been driving for at least an hour. Blasting music with the windows down. Pretending to be a main character in a movie. Monologuing "the Cool girl" monologue from Gone girl. This is the most I've felt like myself lately. A pit stop was exactly what I needed right now-my brain is barely functioning at this point, definitely in need of caffeine in my system. As I pull off the highway, a cozy little coffee shop catches my eye. It's almost like my brain manifested this. The perfect break before I end up dozing off at the wheel, and that's the last thing I want happening.

Getting out of the car, I already start to consider all my options. The weather is finally getting colder and a chill in the air is paired perfectly with the comfort in a cup-hot drinks.

There's something about the richness of a chai latte and a perfectly made hot choco. I could name them all but lets face it: Coffee is the way to my heart. To most people it's food but pass me a hot drink and you'll see me on one knee, Maybe even two if you're lucky?

Today's choice is yet to be made because me deciding what to get with so many good options? Yes, that will take a lifetime. But as always, the cappuccino wins. You simply can't go wrong with a cappuccino.

I repeat the words in my head, trying the nail down my order so I don't trip over it when saying it out loud. Of course, now that I'm focusing so hard on not stuttering, I'll probably end up doing exactly that. The worst part is the silence right before I speak-when they're waiting, staring, and my mind spiraling, trying to calm down. Meanwhile, they're probably only thinking about how long until their shift ends.

As the line gets shorter I start to examine the coffee shop. Looking around I start to see the cute, cozy interior, fairy lights are spread around the whole shop.

The scene already makes me excited for the holidays. The vibes are immaculate especially now that I will spend them with my sisters. They always go all out with the holidays, you should see them when summer finally ends. It takes their whole own will to not already start decorating. Well, that's what they did when we all lived home, it could've changed over the years.

The laughter of a group of girls gets me out of my bubble. There they are sitting in a small leather booth laughing, giggling to each other. Nothing scares me more than teenage girls. Men will never understand this feeling, they obviously never have been one. But teenage girls will gossip about everything and everyone around them, In which belief I now quickly go to assume they are laughing about me.

"Hello, Hello" Maybe they are judging my outfit, I didn't exactly decide to dress up today. I'm spending almost the entire time in my car, so sweats and a hoodie was the first, best thing I grabbed. It also was the only thing not packed into boxes or stuffed into my trunk. "Ma'am!" is now being shouted at me, I quickly focus in front of me.

"Hi! Sorry, I... I totally got distracted there!," I exhale deeply while saying it to the girl in front of me, luckily it doesn't look like she minds much. Oh, how I will contemplate every choice I ever made today, and this will definitely be one of them.

"Yea, I figured, what can I get you?," she probably gets this a lot. I've worked in a restaurant and let me tell you customers always have a stick far up their ass. Walking out the coffee shop very pleased with my cappuccino in my hand and my phone in the other, all with a smile plastered on my face. On that note, my phone starts buzzing, the name brynn showing on my screen. 

She's probably wondering where I am. Brynn is the most sincere person I know, always nice to every person. I've never seen her snap at someone, not even when we were little and I would take her dolls. 

She just kindly let me play with them while Hazel would tell me to give them back. Sometimes I look back at those days and I miss them. Being a carefree kid, not a care in the world. I wish I could go back to feeling like I used to.