With Love, Silvia. [✔️]

Chapter 34: I love you, Silvia Track

                A/N I updated the cover! I'm probably going to delete that whole, restarting the story thing. This one is fine just the way it is ;). 

Wes drives me over to the house to drop off Emma, then we go to  Main Street, and I have a feeling I already know where we're going. 

It's been forever since my last visit to the Sweetie Bean. I can see they added a new latte to the menu, and there's a new barista at the counter. She looks a lot perkier than the last one. 

"What do you want? I can pay." Wes says softly and takes out his wallet. 

I glance at the menu, but I pretty much already know it all by heart. 

"Vanilla latte please." I say, and try to smile. 

I sit down at an empty table, trying to figure out what was going on. I had no idea where this conversation could take us, and I really hoped this wouldn't end sourly. 

I chew the inside on my cheek, (a bad habit I had taken up a few weeks ago) and wince when I draw blood by biting to hard. 

Wes comes back with my latte and his drink, which looks like a plain coffee. 

"Thanks. I can pay you-" 

"No need." he says, holding up his hands. 

We sit in silence for a few minutes. I look out the window and it's snowing. 

"Gosh, I'm so sick of snow." I say, resorting to weather topics since that's the best way through small talk. 

"Yeah me too." he says. 

We awkwardly talk about the snow and how cold it's been and how a boy fell through the ice at the Hollow Springs Hockey Tournament. We fumble over our words, and nothing feels the same way it did before I got set up with the football player, and moved back to New York. 

My latte is almost finished when Wes clears his throat nervously. 

"So, I bet you know I didn't bring you out here to chat about clumsy hockey players." he says, with a nervous laugh. 

"Well I'd hope not." I say, I meant it in a joking way, but it comes out sharp. So I add a quick smile. 

He seems to let it pass and continue on. 

"I'm going to be honest. I was a little hurt when you wore that bracelet from Damion around." he said. 

"I know but-"

He holds up his hands once more, like I'm attacking him or something. 

"Iris explained and I can see now." there's silence before he adds, "I didn't see you with that type of guy anyway." 

I laugh a little, it genuine. My heart is still racing, though. 

"And after you left, I was heartbroken. I was excited to visit you on Christmas, but you seemed... Off." he said, and drinks from his cup. 

"Me?" I ask, dumbfounded. "You seemed off." I say, and clutch my now empty latte cup. 

"No matter who was off, I just gotta say I missed you." he says. "And I know after today, you're going right back on that plane, no matter how you feel about me. But I will leave you with this." then he looks at me in the eyes, and my heart flutters. 

"I love you, Silvia track." 

Then the next thing I know, we're both leaning across the table, so close our noses touch. 

I've never been kissed before. 

I've dreamt about it. I knew it would be with someone I really liked, in a really special place, like a garden or a fancy resturaunt. I would be wearing my favorite sundress, and strappy sandals. My hair would be in a braid. 

But being kissed by Wes Biano, in the middle of a coffee shop, as we're both dressed in black, my mascara is running and my curls have loosened, is enough for me.