The Shop

Chapter 2

I walk into the shop and instantly regret every decision I made this morning. The line is all the way to the door and I can see workers frantically running back and fourth with orders. They really need to make another coffee shop in this town. At this point I honestly would rather eat glass then stand on this line. A little girl that looks about four years old keeps turning around and staring at me. She is probably fascinated by the piercings on my face and the tattoos that creep above my shirt. Eventually her staring annoys me and I shoot her a deathly glare. Her eyes grow wide and she hides her face into a man's hip, I assume it's her dad. Children are cancer to society. 

When it's my turn to order it took about ten minutes. I am very impatient and take my anger out on the female cashier.

"Hi, may I take your order?" She chirps with a smile. Even for this place being so stressful, I have to give credit to her for service with a smile.

"Give me a medium decaf coffee with cream NO sugar. Uh, a slice of banana bread and a plain medium black coffee." Then I remember Mary and her fucking Frappé. 

"And give me a small caramel Frappé." I add and she gives me my total. I wait by the pick up station and I'm about sick and tired of this place. 

"Order for Styles? Harry Styles?" A barista calls and I raise my hand. I grab all of our shit and head to the door. While I'm walking I pass a beautiful girl that is using her laptop. I didn't notice her white coffee cup sitting on the edge of the table until I knock it over with my leg. I swear under my breathe and stand there awkwardly as everyone in the shop looks at me and the broken glass. The girl sitting at the table looks up at me and I saw no expression in her light brown eyes. She has extremely curly hair that bordered her face. She is extremely beautiful. I muttered,"Sorry." And am positive that she is going to curse me out in front of everyone. Instead, she stands up and leaves her seat. I prepare my face for the slap, but it doesn't come. She walks past me and I take in her scent, it's enchanting. I turn around and find her grabbing a broom that is leaning on the wall by the Barista's entrance. She walks back to me and takes my coffee tray and banana bread, replacing it with the broom. I'm still completely dumbfounded and she smiles at me, showing her aline of perfectly white teeth. 

"You can clean this up and I'll watch your stuff." She lays my food on her table and sits back down in her seat. No words come out of my mouth and I catch myself sweeping the floor of the shop, throwing the pieces of glass under a chair. I catch a worker glare at me and just shake it off. Cleaning this place isn't my job. 

"Again, I'm really sorry." I begin but she cuts me off by shushing me with her index finger. Putting your finger in front of a stranger's mouth does not seem like a wise decision but that doesn't stop her.

"If you're done with your babbling you can go buy me another cup of coffee." She is clearly amused by all of this and surprisingly calm. I understand knocking her cup over was an asshole move but I certainly don't want to buy more coffee. Before I can begin my protest she starts throwing a random order at me.

"I want a white chocolate mocha frappé with extra whipped cream please."  

"You're going to need to write that down." I say, not remembering the last word she said to me. She rolls her eyes and takes out a pen from her purse. She writes on her old recite and hands me her order. She just wants a plain black coffee. I stare at her confused and she lightly chuckles.

"I was just messing with you. I knew you would never remember that order." Her smile is the most comforting thing I've ever seen and stop myself from getting side tracked. She shoos me to the line and I walk over to stand on the ridiculous line, shoving the paper in my pocket. Another five minutes go by before I get her coffee and bring it over to her. 

"Here." I Mutter, handing her the mug. 

"Thank you!" She smiles and takes a sip. I stand there awkwardly and watch her.

"So...bye." I quickly grab my tray and turn to not face her, trying to avoid this from getting weirder than it already is. 

"So first you knock over my coffee, then you're rude?" She is clearly joking but I am still very annoyed at how long this took. I hesitantly turn back to her and she has a devilish grin on her face. 

"Come, sit." She gestures to the chair in front of her. I know I have to take this coffee to Tara otherwise she will be pissed more than she probably already is.

"Look, I have to take this  back to my friend before she gets mad." Why did I call Tara my friend? Her smile falls slightly but she does't seem upset. 

"Just for a minute?" She pleads and I give in, knowing Tara will have my ass for this later. I set my stuff down on the table and pull out the chair, sitting down. 

"So, how was your day?" She asks. Why am I sitting down for this. 

"Pretty shitty so far." I respond not making eye contact. I know she wants to ask me how her's is but I honestly don't give a fuck. This is pointless, I begin to stand up but she stops me.

"Wait, where are you going?" Her voice is distressed and I slowly lower myself back into the chair, not all the way though. I don't want to play games today.

"I'm going home." Collecting my things, I stand up.

"Can I at least know your name?" Her face holds no expression.

"I'm Harry." She smiles then sips her coffee.

"Until next time Harry." She turns from me and stares at her computer screen. I begin to walk to the door again and open it this time. Before I'm completely outside, I tun around without thinking.

"Do I get to know your name?" I ask humorously. 

"Nope." She states and doesn't even turn around to look at me. I can see a smile play on her lips as she drinks some more coffee. I laugh and shake my head while leaving the shop.