Lemniscate

Chapter 1 : Vanilla Bean

"I'll have a vanilla bean with 1 pump of hazelnut and 1 pump of white mocha. Oh and mocha drizzle."

I handed the cashier 10$ as my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Are you here yet."

"Um yea. I stopped by your house and dropped my stuff off. Im at Starbucks near the beach.

"Im at Ford and i have to work till 8."

"Well its only 6:30 so i guess i can explore and look around. I was just about to head down to the beach"

"Okay good. I'll see you at 8:30."

"K bye."

"Bye."

"Kenna. Vanilla bean with hazel and mocha pump"

MeKenna Foxe. No middle name. My dad was Vietnamese while my mom was German, making me half.

"Thanks"

I graduated at 18 and a week later i turned 19. A few weeks before that i sent my application to Ford Models. I got an email saying I had an interview on the night of my birthday. I decided to stay with my friend for 3 weeks if i didn't get the job. If I did i had all ready put aside the things i wanted my parents to sent.

I grabbed my cup and went over to a high table. I toke out my headphones from my over the shoulder bag and untangled my headphones.

I crossed the street and went to my car to grab a towel. I toke off my flip flops and felt the warm sand between my toes. I found a spot and made a hole to hold my cup.

I put my towel down and sat Indian style sipping my drink.

I had on a dark gray sweater and salmon shorts. My hair was down since the plane was cold. Waves that turn from black to dark brown. I scrolled down Instagram as some boys were running with surfboards by their side.

I smiled to myself but then felt sand all over.

"Um excuse me ! You kicked sand all over me."

I looked down at my Vanilla Bean and there was sand in it in my shirt and shorts. He turn around and started walking towards me.He stuck his board into the sand. I toke my glasses off and pulled them back.

He held out his hand and i grabbed it. "Oh my." I thought to myself. His hand was muscular yet strong and soft.

I looked at his face as i stood up . One word. Flawless. He had brown hair like Justin Bieber at the Grammys in 2011. It was short and it swept to the right side. It was a darker brown and he had the cutest nose.

He started to brush the sand off of me, "Sorry".

I raised my hands. My eyes followed his eyes as he circled me checking for more sand.

I toke the cap off and poured the whipped cream out. "Boo. Thats my favorite part." I made a pout face and looked at him and he smiled. His smile was more perfect than anything

"I could pay for another one." His voice was deep yet light. I grinned. "How 'bout you pay me back by going out to dinner with me"

"Sorry."

"Why are you already dating someone?" My heart-rate was starting to rise.

He smiled. He bent down next to my ear and whispered "Im gay."