Coffee Shop

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Mickey
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     Her heart was beating in such a perfect slow pace, she walked step by step, foot by foot until she spotted a girl  who looked undeniably familiar. Tall,  brunette, had a tan of weight but beautiful nonetheless. She ignored the butterflies in her stomach since she was anxious if the girl she spotted would remember her. She dismissed the thought of it being possible since Mickey did change a lot, her bleached hair was no longer bleached but back to her normal brunette hair, she got taller and even her taste in fashion has changed.

She no longer liked wearing short skirts and dresses, she was now more interested in clothes that made her comfortable. Mickey took a deep breath and entered the coffee shop, the smell of brewed coffee hit her like a splash of water.  She greeted the staff like she used to do, she looked around amazed that nothing changed much in the coffee shop. The tables were still the same, the wooden floor still made the same sound as she padded across the room and everything else was the same. She smiled slightly as she caught the sight of her favorite spot in the coffee shop. Not bothering to order anything she walked over to her favorite table and sat down.

Beside where she sat, was a small window with a big view. It was parted slightly, letting the smell of the fresh air outside mix with aroma of brewed coffee. Her eyes gazed at the view of the  small window, smiling slightly because of her small peacefulness, she then started humming her mothers lullaby.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, contented.
Her eyes still locked on the view of the playing children. The whole scene of being in a coffee shop was soothingly pleasing for her.

Snapping her out of her trance was the sound of footsteps nearing her.

"Hello, what would you like to order today" A voice beside her said, her eyes lifted up to the man who owned the soothing voice. Her eyes met a pair of hazel ones, warm like chocolate. He was at awe, her voice barely audible as she told the man what she was getting.

The man seemingly not noticing her in awe, nodded his head and walked away. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she sank down on her seat. Mickey was never good with boys, she always managed to either murmur or stumble words out of her mouth whenever she was nervous.

Which was maybe one of the reasons why she didn't get asked out during the Winter Formal. Kent Foster was the name of Mickey's dream boy, the stereotypical high school crush, jockey, blue eyes, rich brown hair. She was almost asked out by a boy named Rick, but turns out he hated shy girls.

Mickey used her hand to ruffle her hair to get out the thoughts running around in her mind.

"Relax, you just gotten back from college. Don't stress about boys too much." She murmured to herself, as the small mug of coffee was placed on her table. As she took a sip from her mug, the sound of footsteps caught her attention, eyes widening as she placed her mug on the table.

Kent Foster is here.

"Oh boy" she whispers to herself.