When She Was Put Back Together Again

Chapter 10

It was four in the afternoon, when I stood on the porch of my cabin. I had on a white knit sweater, burgundy skinny jeans, black boots, and had my black bag slung over my side. My hair was put in a braid, and I had a burgundy newsboy cap on. I stared into the distance, looking at the snow covered trees. I kept wondering where he was, since we agreed to meet at my cabin in an hour, and it's been an hour.

I crossed my arms, and tapped my foot on the wooden porch. That's when two hands covered my eyes. I was about to elbow the person in the gut on instinct, when a teasing voice asked, "Guess who?" I smirked. "Andrew." I saw light again, and turned around to see Andrew, wearing a white t-shirt under an olive green jacket, jeans, and black boots. "You look nice." I said, causing him to turn a light shade of pink, not like he wasn't already.

It was pretty cold outside, so I couldn't tell if he was blushing or not. But I'm going to go with the fact that he was. "You ready?" He asked. "I agreed to go on a date with you, didn't I?" He laughed, and we headed off to the coffee shop down the road.

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When we got to the coffee shop, I could smell the coffee a mile away. Reilly opened the door for me, and as I walked under his arm, I thanked him. The walls were painted a dark green, and the floors and furniture were wood. Only a few people were there, so the line was quick. "What would you like sir?" The barista asked, a smile glued to his face.

"I'll have a cappuccino please." Andrew said. The barista typed in the order, and turned to me. "And what would you like, little miss?" Keeping my stature, I replied, "I'll have a caramel iced coffee." He typed in the order, and returned his gaze to Andrew. "That'll be ten dollars please." I went to grab my wallet from my bag, when Andrew grabbed my arm gently.

"My treat." He said quickly as he put a ten dollar bill on the desk. I pursed my lips, not liking to seem patronized. "And what names are your orders under?" The barista asked. "The caramel iced coffee is under Brooklyn, and the cappuccino is under Andrew." I replied before Andrew could respond. He smirked down at me, as I thanked the barista.

We took a seat by the window, watching the snow fall. A couple minutes later, a familiar voice yelled, "Andrew!" My date stood up, and got his order from the counter. Just a minute afterward, the same voice yelled, "Brooklyn!" I walked up to the counter, and just as I was about to grab my order, the barista said, "So, you come here often?"

I looked at his nametag, which said his name was Sam. He had brown hair, and green eyes. Acne covered his face, and he looked about eighteen. "No, I don't." I replied. He bent over, and put his elbows on the counter. "That's a shame, you're awfully pretty." He replied. I didn't say anything. "Hey. Why don't you come in back, and I can make you happier than that loser you're with."

Feeling deeply offended and harassed, I slapped him in the face. "That's for being a perv." I grabbed my drink, and walked out of the coffee shop. I murmured as I walked down the road, and sat down on a bench. "If that creep comes near me again, I'm sueing him for sexual harassment." I mumbled.

I sat on the cold bench, my iced coffee to my side. I put my head in my hands, trying to take deep breaths. "Hey, Brook?" A familiar voice said. "You okay?" I looked up, and saw Andrew, looking down at me with concerned eyes. I shook my head. He sat down next to me, and put an arm around me. "Can you tell me what happened?" Andrew asked.

I explained what happened, and Reilly nodded. That's when he stood up, and said, "I'll be right back." With that, he left.