The Shop

Chapter 15

The walk to our shop is mind consuming, what will Jasmine and I talk about? Do I want coffee? Will I find anything interesting about her that I can use to bounce ideas off of? By the time my body feels anything, I'm in the shop and Jasmine is getting up from her seat and wrapping her skinny arms around my neck for a hug. I stand there like a dummy while she displays her affection, then I take off my leather jacket and hang it behind the wooden chair. Jasmine quickly looks down at her Mac and hastily types a few things then her eyes retreat back to my face as her lips form a smile. 

"Sorry for being so rude, I just have to get this work done. It'll only be a few seconds, I promise!" Jasmine does a 'crossing of the heart' motion and I just calmly tell her to take her time, she will probably be ready to go after I finish standing on the most ridiculous line in history. But at least I have time to think about my order. 

Quickly motioning to Jasmine that I'm going to order, she just nods and sips a white coffee cup with black liquid. I'll just assume it's coffee. In front of me on the line are just you're everyday white teenage girls, all huddled in a circle, obsessed with their iPhones. They hold up the line and I go from zero to a million really quick on the anger scale, but keep my composure. I catch them eyeing me and giggling, then whispering to each other after staring at my arms with exposed tattoos. 

This situation can go two ways, I can either be a polite ass, or just a plain ass. Since Jasmine is here I won't cause too much of a scene but I need to file their shit together. 

The same blond from the group of girls that stares at me one more time and thats when I snap. Bending over to reach their height length I sarcastically say,

"Do you ladies have a problem?" I make my eyebrows furrow and almost crack a smile from their horrified expressions. 

"Or am I just that sexy that you can't hold your stares?" Stuttering, the blonde responds rather frantically and quickly.

"Uh-h, no. Nope. Uh-h no, no problem here." Her voice trembles with fear and I return to my regular height, towering above the young, naïve kids. Soon enough the line has narrowed down near the front and it's time for my victims to order. They each throw lines at the barista and return to the waiting station without a word to be said.

My turn follows after them and I get a plain black coffee to stay, and maybe I throw a cake pop in the equation. I also walk over to stand in the waiting station and just as I arrive, the girls all have their drinks and quickly move out of my way to get out of the store, just how I like it.

"Plain black coffee and a cake pop for a Harry here!" The male barista calls out in a deep voice.  I grab the food and make my way back to the seat my coat is at. But it sort of takes a while because I have to dodge in and out of people on my way over to the two-seater table Jasmine is at. After the long journey and the rude stares, I flop in the seat just as Jasmine is shutting her laptop. 

"All done!" She chirps, then suspiciously eyes my cake pop. 

"Oh hell no." I state before her mouth utters any words.

"But I didn't even say anything!" Jasmine complains in a childish whine.

"You didn't have to." My flat tone results in a grumpy face by the worlds happiest person. Opps?

"Are you going to pout this entire time?" I ask in a semi-parental voice. What the fuck happened to me?

Instead of responding, Jasmine folds her arms a crossed her chest and looks in one direction away from my face. (Author Note: Haha like my pun? No? Ok.) Instead of feeding into her childish manner I instead move on to open my package of frosted covered cake on a stick. That sure snaps her it out of it.

"You wouldn't dare." Jasmine threatens and I stare at the dessert as if I was intrigued by it. 

"What if I just..." In that moment I cut myself off from the sentence by taking a bite of it. Jasmine sucks in her breath and gasps each time my mouth enjoys another bite.

"You're a monster." She raves but I only laugh at her in return. But to my surprise Jasmine bolts up from her seat, grabs her purse, laptop and jacket then heads to the door with a flat face on. Talk about a fucking drama queen. 

"Woah, woah, woah. Hold up, where do you think you're going?" I ask at her back, she doesn't stop or even turn to face me. I grabs my things and rush to catch up with her outside of the shop, leaving my coffee untouched. 

"You aren't seriously upset with me because of that are you?" I question and Jasmine whips her head around to face me with the most bored expression I've ever seen in my life. She sighs and I expect her to say no but instead she just,

"BWAHAHAHAHA!" Bursts into hysterical laughter. I'm not amused.

"What the hell?" I ask her while she is still entertaining herself. I can't right now as she wipes tears from her eyes while still lightly chuckling.

"You actually thought I was upset?" 

"..Well, yeah." I respond feeling like an absolute fool believing that.

"Ha.." Jasmine continues, "Well I'll walk you home. I'm sure you don't live too far right?" 

"Not really." I shrug and lead the way down the street. As we stroll side by side down the street, Jasmine goes on about a recent art project she has started. By the time we reach my apartment I've learned that Jasmine is an art student on her last year of college, like Tara and I. Rubert opens the door before I'm even on the steps but I look back at Jasmine, she has damn puppy eyes. I don't want to be an ass and not invite her inside but she doesn't know I have a girlfriend who is a little clingy. Before I can make a decision that will make or break my relationships a terrifying voice calls my name. 

"Harry?" Tara calls from down the street.