Give me my Hershey Kisses

Chapter 6

Chris stopped like a foot in front of me. He wasn't in his work clothes. He must have changed them. Wearing a plain black T-shirt with some dark blue jeans. Simple, but effective.

"Hey," I said out of breath. If a short jog/girly run makes me this tired I need to exercise more.

"Hey Catherine." He started to examine me. He tilted his head sideways and raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm," He said.

"Hmmm?" I copied, asking what he meant. Did I look bad? Does he not like what he sees.

"Oh, I didn't mean anything bad. You look very beautiful." He exaggerated the word beautiful. What is he trying to say.

"Did you expect me to dress like a hooker with a pound of make-up on my face."

"Jeez. No. I knew you wasn't that type when you dressed like a blue minion yesterday." A minion? What did I wear yesterday? Oh, yeah. I wore a blue T-shirt with some overalls and the glasses I'm wearing right now. I guess I did look like a minion, but that still offended me a little bit. "You just look like your coming from work, but it's not a bad thing. You look very pretty."

I blushed a little bit. "Thanks. And I'm not coming from work-" I don't even have a job. I pointed my chin up, puckered my lips and poked out my chest, trying to look fancy. "I just like class," I said while doing a bad impression of a fancy person. Actually bad is an understatement. It was horrible. I sound like a drunk Australian with a lisp.

Chris seemed to enjoy my impression because it made him chuckle. He held out his arm. "Well come on Miss Classy." He said classy while doing a perfect impression of my bad impression which made me laugh.

I interlocked my arm with his and we walked towards the shop.

As we were walking there, I really took the time to examine the shop. I never noticed how much I really like the way this coffee shop was set up. Its name is just The Café but it's logo sticks out like a 3-D movie. It was big and bold and every color of the rainbow was on it. It's probably because every couple, gay or straight, is welcomed there.

The inside was colorful and beautifully decorated with art. Not your everyday chalkboard, coffee shop, art. I mean real art. Like paintings and stuff. Every table, inside and out, has a beautifully decorated vase with a real flower inside. It looked like a high priced coffee shop, but the truth is the prices here are less than the prices at Starbucks and the drinks were just about at the same level.

The one thing they did have in common with Starbucks is the lines. The lines at The Café were always longer, which is hard to believe, but true.

I looked inside and saw that all tables were taken except one table that had a reserved sign on it. The price must be high to reserve a table here at this time. We were just walking inside the shop when I asked Chris if he reserved that table. He said he did, but before I could ask why he told me not to worry about any prices while we're here because he works here and he could get a discount.

We got to the booth and we both sat down. "So..," He said. "You know where I work so where do you work?"

"I'm out of a job, because I recently got fired from the McDonald's I worked at." I shouldn't have said all that, but it's better to be honest then to not be honest and regret it later. I learned that the hard way.

"How could a sweet girl like you get fired?" I felt myself blush before telling him.

"It is because a girl there was pushing my buttons until one day she pushed the wrong one and I punched her." I saw Chris raise an eyebrow when I said that. "What?"