The Love of Charlotte Dun

The Meeting

I was walking down main street when I saw it. A Starbucks! Picking up my pace I arrive shortly. Getting in line, I wait my turn, looking ahead to see if my barista is working quickly. I see him. A beautiful man. He has a strong jaw, slight stubble and hair that could be straight from the head of a greaser in the 1950's, although, a few strands fell haplessly astray. As my turn approaches, I panic "how do I look!?" Races through my anxious mind at an astounding pace. I'm wearing a black and white polkadot waist high skirt with a tight v neck shirt. I read his name tag "Tristan." Nothing I can mess up too badly I guess. I wonder what our shipna- "ma'am, ma'am" he says as I stare blankly at his gorgeous face. Giggling, he says, "Are you okay?" Y-yeah I'm fine, just staring off into space I guess." I stammer. "What would you like, hun?" At this word alone my heart flutters, my face and chest going a light shade of pink. "A mocha caramel latte" I say with confidence and vigor, exclaiming "my favorite!" He smiles, saying "okay, and what's your name?" "Char-charlotte" I stutter. Smiling brightly he writes my name on the cup. He hands it over to the other barista and she makes the drink, she looks humored and when she's done, hands me the cup. I look to see how he spelled my name and I spot a little more than my name, written in small, neat, script was "call me at 555-6721" I quickly glance at him as I leave and he winks in my direction with a slight smile. I nearly faint at the sight but decide it's better to go about my day. I head off to work taking small sips of my coffee along the way. I can't stop thinking about him. He fills my every thought, he fills my very being. I need him and I have a chance.