The Café Boy

I worked in the same shop for years, pulling my weight through the glass doors every morning and tying the same baby blue apron around my waist as I chugged a bottle of whipped cream. My day usually came with the same costumers and the same orders, like how Marcie, the little old women from around the block always ordered a grande, caramel frappuccino, with extra caramel and whipped cream. It just becomes habit after a while and yet, when he walked in that morning, it's like I finally felt alive again. The machines started to give off those wonderful aromas that had lured me to work here in the first place and the once cold walls seemed to grow warm as the whole room filled with the happy chattering of old friends and neighbors. His dark brown hair fell over his green eyes as he walked into the shop with his head down, I had worked here for almost three years and had never seen him, not even at school. He sat at the bar, opening his laptop as one of our waitresses walked to the counter exit to take his order but I quickly stopped her. Being so tired and out of breath, she quickly agreed and handed me the notepad and shoved me over to the table. I took in uneven breaths as I walked up to him and gave my best smile.

"Hi there, what can I get for you?" He looked up at me, slight shock in his eyes as he smirked back.

"Just a iced coffee would be nice." He grinned as I wrote down the order and went back behind the counter, exchanging little grins between the two of us as I poured the drink and set it on my tray along with three other drinks.

I carefully walked around the counter and walked back over to him, slipping before I made it and dropping the tray as the mugs shattered to the ground and left my apron a shade of blueish brown. I look up, a clear shade of red on my cheeks as I notice that he to is covered in the sticky caramel mocha. Expecting him to get angry I quickly bend over to pick up the drinks, only to hear him laughing lightly before bending over to help me, taking off his jacket and using it as a rag as he smiled at me.

I smile at him. "I'm Sophia." I blush as he smiles at me.

"Jake." He grins, helping me back to my feet as my small hands fit so perfectly into his. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and smirked at me. "Want to sit down? T-that is if you aren't to busy." I looked over my shoulder at my co-worker, who just smiled and nodded at me.

"I'd love to." I smiled at him brightly, a light shade of pink caressing my cheeks as he smiled back.

And for the first time in forever, I fell back in love with this old Coffee shop and it's wonderful smells and people. Or maybe, I fell in love with the Café boy.