A Little Love Collection

Three

"OMG did you know that there's actually no real pumpkin in a Pumpkin Spice Latte?!"

"What?! Are you serious??"

I overhear a conversation between two teenage girls in front of me in line at the coffee shop.

I full on sprinted out of Vanessa's before she woke up. I even managed to grab my clothes and throw the sheets on her instead. Mission accomplished.

I squint my eyes at the menu trying not to decide what to order. Maybe I should be adventurous and try something new. A Birthday Cake Latte? What the hell. Nevermind.

My phone buzzes and I look down to see a missed call from Chelsea. Surprise. Surprise.

As I approach the register, I mentally make a note to myself to remember to block her number.

"Hi sir what can I get for you?" I look up from my phone to see a young woman with tied back light, honey blonde hair. Her emerald eyes captivate me and I forget my order.

I squint at the menu trying to recall what I wanted. Great. Now I look stupid.

"Uh sir?" She looks at me mildly annoyed as she eyes the long line behind me.

"I'll have a medium hazelnut latte please"

I hand her a few dollars as I keep my eyes trained on her. She is really attractive. She looks almost exotic with her big green cat eyes and pink full lips. She's looks so...natural, unlike all the cake-faced hip thrusters I see at the bar.

Her eyes are kept steady on the cash register as she stashes my money away.

She looks up. I flex my muscles and send her a sexy smile.

"Thank you. Next!"

What the fuck. Did she see my arms? I look back at her but she's already helping the next customer in line.

I walk to the other side of the café as I wait for my drink.

Ding!

I look down to see a text from Chelsea.

Baby why don't you come over tonight?

I grit my teeth together as my palms clench. Can this girl take a damn clue?!

Ding!

I promise it'll be a night to remember;)

Unbelievable! If she thinks I'm ever stepping foot inside her house again she's fucking insane. She can keep her little, possessive, clingy, desperate hands off-

"Medium hazelnut latte!"

I approach the counter and snatch my drink off angrily. Taking a sip, I look down at Chelsea's annoying text messages.

"EW WHAT THE HELL" I spit out the coffee all over the floor. What the hell is this shit? It tastes like socks covered in raisins. Vanilla. I hate Vanilla. Can this day get any fucking worse?

I march over to the blonde woman who took my order, pushing others out of the way.

"What the hell is this?" I slap the cup of nasty vanilla coffee in front of her. The people around us fall silent and I feel a dozen pair of eyes fixed on us.

"It's your latte" she replies impassively.

"You call this a latte?! I ordered a HAZELNUT latte! Not this Vanilla-y shit!" I'm so frustrated. This is not my morning. I just wanted a nice, warm latte to sip so I could wake up, forget about Chelsea and get on with my day.

"I'm sorry sir. We would be more than happy to make you a new-"

"NO! I DON'T WANT A NEW ONE!" She doesn't even look sorry. What a bitch! I bet she purposely screwed up my order.

"Well I'm not sure what you would like then sir." Her cheeks begin to tiny light pink with embarrassment. Good! Be embarrassed!

"Nothing from you..." my eyes drop to the name tag pinned to her apron, "...Hannah" I sneer.

And then I walk out of the café like the biggest prick on the planet.