The Book Girl

Chapter 1

"Hi, what would you like?"

Is what I have to say every single morning.

"Just a mint chocolate chip creamy cooler, please." The rather plump, gruff man replies.

He dumps the money onto the desk and I collect it up and calculate the amount, giving the correct change back with a smile.

This is how my day goes really.
But anyhow, I should probably introduce myself!

I am Adrian Deli Bailey. A graduated student at London University in mathematics, psychology and sociology.
You may consider me a 'geek' but I classify myself as a young, perspicacious intelligence.

That may sound vain, but it is actually pretty true! By the standards of my grades - I'm an virtuoso student!

After I create the drink, I present it to the man who gave a mumble and walked (well, plodded) off with it - sipping it quickly.
Ungrateful.

~

My day carried on as per usual - I had some nice, smiley customers and aggressive, gruff customers.

I couldn't blame them really, some lives are tougher than others! They could just being a hard day or they may just broken up with their loved one?
Who knows.

The Costa I work at is in central London yet my home is a little way out and learning to drive is not my top priority at this moment in time so, as always, I catch the five o'clock bus which merely arrives at the correct time. Maybe one or two minutes late.

I wait with my coffee scented uniform and observe my chilly surroundings. Noticing every little thing each person does.
One twitches their left, index finger.
Another blinks approximately every six seconds.
Etc, etc.

After a few long minutes, I hear the noise of small feet taking small strides. I then sense a specimen stand at least a foot away from me. I take a quick glance sideways and notice a beautiful woman with curly, brown bob, wide-rimmed glasses and chocolate brown eyes to match her wonderful locks.

I end up staring at her longingly - not noticing what I was actually doing; I then notice the girl is carrying a book, gripping it tightly against her chest. The book looked vintage and was a dusty, brown and red colour with tattered edges, giving it the 'mysterious' image of which it deserved.

She then suddenly turns her head to me - noticing my jaw agape and eyes full of wonderment. The girl blushes, turning slowly back to her previous position.

I gently shake my head and replace my state.

She was absolutely stunning, I break down into a sweat - feeling the beads of salty water on my exposed forehead.

Within the next few minutes (minutes which seemed like long, non-decaying years!) the small bus came. Everyone shuffled to try and get on the bus, I notice the beautiful girl opening a small, floral printed notebook and pulling a fountain pen from her thick, coat pocket - writing something down.

I end up admiring her again.

Then I get pushed by this rather aggressive woman as she clambers into the bus, handing the correct amount of money to the tired looking bus driver.

The wonder-of-a-woman and I end up two of the last to get on the bus and she gestures me to step forward first. I shake my head "No, you can get on first madam!" I smirk at her.

'Great one' my mind yells at me sarcastically.

She nods a thank you and gets on the bus - showing the man the note she written down earlier.

Thinking about it... I never heard her speak before?

My mind races at that eligible thought until I hear a grunt from the bus driver.

I shake my head again for what seemed like the thousandth time today, getting my money out and quickly calculating the amount.

I say what stop I need to get off at as he takes my money, slowly counting.

I take a seat at the front as there seems to be no other seats.

I see the woman on the right side of the bus in the same row as I.

I continue to admire her for the whole bus journey...