Rain, Love, and a Little Mischief

Chapter 4

Simran's POV

Monday. Ew. I got out of bed, annoyed, but still glad I had a few hours left before University. I walked to the kitchen of my crappy apartment, supported solely by my salary from a crappy little coffee shop, and sighed. One more year till university was over. One more year till I could get a proper job. Oh my life. I made myself hot coffee to wake me up, and picked up the latest copy of the Being Human magazine from my doorstep. I flipped through the pages while slowly sipping my coffee, when a little picture caught my eye. A picture of Komal. I saw it under the 'Writers' column of the magazine. I realized she had written the health section. Damn she was a good writer. I continued reading until I realized that the cup that I kept sipping from wasn't putting any liquid in my mouth. I sighed, looking at the time. Now I would have to actually get up and do morning-y stuff. I set the magazine down on the coffee table, put my mug in the kitchen sink and went off for a hot shower.

***

Thank god that boring lecture was over. I don't know why I come to these things anymore... It's not like there's any attendance, and everything is put up online anyways. God my life. I hopped into my car, and drove off the the coffee shop. After about 20 minutes stuck in traffic and a 20 minute drive later, I finally reached that isolated road behind the coffee shop where I always parked. I entered through the back doors (A/N: DIRTY MINDED PEOPLE UNITE..... YAAAAASSSSS) and put on my apron. I made my way to the front desk, and saw that the coffee shop was, as it usually was on Monday afternoons, empty. I leant by the counter, and decided to check facebook. I scrolled through, laughing at some posts, cringing at others. Some cake faced b*tches you just can't control... I was snapped out of my train of thoughts as I heard the bell at the front door ding. I looked over to the door, putting my phone in my apron pocket and straightening up simultaneously. It was none other than Dean, Sam and Komal. "Hey Simran!" Komal addressed me. "Hi Komal" I smiled. "How may I help you all today?" They all looked thoughtful as I walked over to their table, grabbing the notepad and pen out of the apron pocket. "I think I'll have the same hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream as last time." Komal said. I wrote down her order quickly before the others started. "Um yea, I think I'll have item number 0467834453," Sam said. Wait was this guy a regular? Because I sure as hell hadn't seen him here before that one day I saw Komal again, and even I had to refer to the number book so that I could put the item number into the the computer to place the order, and I had been working here regularly for about 3 years. Pretty backward system, I know, but then again, this coffee shop was super low budget. The only people that ever worked here were the owner's 2 kids and myself. "Just kidding babe, that my phone number... Call me maybe," Sam winked at me. Of course... faker. "Oh and by the way a frappuccino should do me just fine." I added frappuccino onto the orders. "Wow, Sam, you're so not smooth..." Komal commented, making me chuckle. "And Dean, what could I get you," I spoke to the one that had been sitting quietly the whole time, just sneaking glances at Komal... aww. "Oh, um I think I'll just go with the same as Komal's again," I smiled slightly. "Sure." And with that, I went back to the counter and started preparing their order. As I was doing this, I heard Sam mutter a "Oh crap I think I gotta go," and then he just got up and left with no proper explanation. Huh... weird guy. I cancelled his orders, and finished making Dean and Komal's. I handed them their order, and got back on my phone. Should I text Sam? I mean, I guess he wanted me to... Or maybe he was just jokingly flirting. But then wouldn't it be rude if I didn't text him and ask why he left? I did have his number. Ugh, you know what, I was over thinking. I decided to just YOLO and text him anyway. I copied down his number from the piece of paper onto my contacts, and saved him as Sam Winchester. I then proceeded to write him a text. 

Hey :). What happened? You just got up and left... Don't feel like frappuccino anymore? ;) ~ Simran

 After pressing send, I noticed that Komal's and Dean's cups were empty. I asked them if they wanted refills, and they said it would be better if I left a pot of coffee at their table instead. I did so, adding it to their bill, and then procceeded to my car to grab my computer and books so that I could productively use the time spent bored at the counter. As I grabbed a chair and sat down to get working, my phone buzzed with a text. 

Oh trust me, nothing sounds better than a frappuccino right now, especially with you ;) Did you hear Dean and Komal though? They were pretty much flirting... ew. ~Sam

Ok I had to be honest. I was eavesdropping just a little bit.

Really? I thought it was kinda cute. I mean... I would ship them. And Mr. Winchester, are you flirting with me? ;) ~Simran

I chuckled slightly, then got back to work. It wasn't long after till I got another text.

I might as well be, Miss Rynnings ;) Now, about that frappuccino, care to join me for lunch tommorow? ~Sam

Wow. Just. Wow

Ok, first of all, it's hella creepy that you know my last name. And you can't say that about yours because you told me. Second of all, why the hell not. I have nothing better to do anyway ;). Third of all, what do frappuccino's have anything to do with lunch? ~Simran

Sometimes I feel like I'm awkward at texting back flirts. And those sometimes are basically everytime I'm alive... Yea ok, I'm really awkward and I suck at flirting.

It's hella weird that you don't realize you have a name tag on your apron, with your last name clearly printed on it. And idk? maybe you like coffee for lunch. I just needed an excuse babe ;) ~Sam

Damn this guy went fast. On babe already? wow.

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After hours of working and texting, I realized it was ten o'clock, and it was time to close the shop. "Hey guys, sorry to interrupt your date, but it's closing time." I saw Komal blush, and realized that they may not have labelled this as a date. Crap I'm so stupid. "Oh yea, um we're sorry. Can we have the bill?" I handed them the bill, and they paid and left. After putting the money into the cash register, I locked the back door, switched off all the lights then locked the front door from the outside, walked to the road at the back and drove off home.

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A/N: dayum I wrote 1210 words... damn thats a lot for me. I should write like a whole book.... damn I'm so good. Haha jk I suck. But whatevs. ANYWHO, HERES A NEW CHAPTER THAT COMES WITH A CRAPLOAD OF FREE VIRTUAL CUDDLES HUGS AND KISSES FROM ME, AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT THEN U CAN THROW IT AWAY BUT....that would make me very sad.

ANYWAY, THANKS FOR READING MY BS AND I LOVE U ALL MY UNICORNS!!!

xxoo Simi Tommo