a/n: don't hate on the scienc-y stuff. gracias.
I don't know what caught my attention. Maybe it was the attitude, that stupid, stupid smirk, that implied that she truly thought she knew everything in the entire damn world. Maybe it was the way she stood. a hand on her hip, yet a slight limp when she walked, indicating a childhood wound. Even better, maybe it was the way her eyes rolled slightly after i asked her to clarify her order, just to make sure I wasn't getting it right. I simply didn't want to mess up, get fired, and be broke.
You would hope that living for over 160 years, I would not need to pick up a job at a goddamn Starbucks, but no, apparently one of the smartest...wait no, THE smartest....would not need a job, but, despite an operation making me live forever, thus being able to learn forever, would teach me what a bloody budget was, yet, living as a college student was in-fucking-sanely expensive, and a proper neuroscience education could only come from the best college.
Back to the girl, though, whose name was "Kirsten, NOT Kristen, got it, Carmen?" completely fascinated me. I however, was probably traumatizing her, or atleast making a fool of myself, as I stuttered back "It's Cameron" There was definitely an anthropological reason for this not-really obsession- obsession, I simply couldn't rack my partially- metal, ahead of its time brain for the information. All I knew was that she was stunning, and the smile she gave me after reading the message I had written on her cup, before responding with "If you say so girlfriend," was very cute. Hell, she was cute.
It was only after she checked the time on her watch, and proceeded to run out of the store, blond ponytail flying behind her, let me know what had peaked my interest. My breathing started to quicken. my breathes getting shallower by the second, before i collapsed onto the ground, eyes glazing over as I was "stitched" into the past.
My past.
a/n again: hi guys. Just thought you should know that the message on the cup was "Latte w/ double shot of espresso for KRISTEN, love, Carmen"
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