A Love to Remember h.s

Two

     Coffee... really? Her big favor was asking me to go and get coffee? I really hoped this wasn't  what I signed up for, I wanted to be designing outfits, managing models, or even sitting in meetings all day. Anything would've been better than coffee girl,  I thought to myself as I wandered down the street hopelessly trying to find a coffee shop.

     After what felt like hours I strolled into this cute little coffee house called The Grind. It was an adorable, small coffee shop with a fireplace against the brick walls. College students were busily focusing on their laptops at different decorated booths. I could have sworn I had stepped into a tumblr page. Thankfully the line was short enough that it only took me a minute to order the coffees.

     I feel bad that I left Lucy behind with Satan, but we needed to prove we could make it in this business, even if that meant splitting up for a simple task every once and awhile.

     "JESS," the barista shouted as I quickly ran up to the counter to collect the coffees. I cursed as I tried to balance all of the coffee drink carriers in my hands. Checking the time, I realized I had to rush back (yet again) to Focus.

     While looking down at my phone, I ran into what felt like a brick wall.

     "Ow, bloody hell?" A deep male voice mumbled. My thoughts scattered, and I dropped the coffees EVERYWHERE!!!!

     "No no no no no nononononononoononononono," I began to mumble, "I'm already late, she's going to kill me!"

     "Are you alright, love?" He asked as he took headphones out of his ears. I looked up to actually examine the specimen. He was tall with curly chocolate brown hair. Sunglasses covered most of his face, but his smile literally made me want to die. He was basically that classic "tall, dark, and handsome" love interest in those extra cliche movies.

     "Hello?" He asked, trying to gain my attention.

     "Oh, uh, yeah I'm fine. I'm running late for work, and now I think I need to bury myself alive," I replied.

     "I'm so sorry, let me make it up to you. I'll go buy you some new coffees," The beautiful being offered.

        I looked up at the line that now flew out the door because of lunch hour. Of course...

      "Well, I guess I can't show up empty handed," I shrugged as we got back into line.

    "So, you don't sound like you're from around here?" He asked, pushing for casual conversation, and adjusting the sunglasses on his face. Oddly enough he never took them off, even when we went inside.

    "Yeah, my best friend and I moved here today, actually, from a small town in Texas all the way over in-"

         He chuckled, cutting me off, "I know where Texas is."

     "Oh.." I trailed off awkwardly. It's not like I was told that British people knew where Texas is.

    "But anyways, why the sudden move here?"

    "We got selected for an internship program for a company nearby," I said as we approached the front of the line.

    "Back again I see," the barista said, "and with a guy."

    I laughed, "Yeah, we accidentally ran into each other and spilled the coffees. We don't want my boss to be mad, so I'm back for round two."

    The barista laughed, "I'll make sure we put your orders before the others," and reached for the credit card from the stranger's hand.