Possibility Of Us

01

One

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There was no way I could deny how badly I needed coffee.

The day at school had gotten all the energy out of me. Loaded of paperworks were have to be done in the span of two weeks. And I have to survive. And there was only one thing in my mind that can keep me moving. It was none other than the coffee itself.

When the bell rang I scrambled from my seat, collecting my books and bag before leaving the room. I walked past the sea of students, making sure not to bump into any of them as I made my way to my locker. After depositing the stuffs that I figured I didn't need to bring with me at home I took the direction to the main entrance of the school.

I was relieved when I saw the bus parked in front of the gate. It was semi-empty (as always) when I climbed in. Most of the students at Westwood High owned a car, and that explains why they were few passengers that you would see inside the bus.

I let out a heavy sigh after settling at the seat beside the window. Taking out my phone from my bag I put the earbuds on and play my music into shuffle. I checked out the time, it was forty-five minutes past five.

Another sigh escaped from my lips.

I looked out at the window and watched the students as they started to pull out their car one after the other from the parking lot. And then I didn't saw it coming, but I automatically froze on my seat when my eyes caught a familiar mop of brown hair.

He was walking across the parking lot. His bag was carelessly hung over his shoulder, one hand shoved deep inside his pocket, the other was tapping at the screen of his phone. He looked up from his phone and his lips twitched into a small smile when he saw his friends waving at him from one of friend's car. When he reached the car he slid in at the back seat along with the others, and just like that they drove away that I didn't see another glimpse of him.

Until tomorrow. I thought to myself.

When I felt the bus moving I nestled on my seat, leaning my head at the window glass and closed my eyes shut as the world around me keep moving.

It took a good fifteen minutes before I reached my destination. I hugged my books closely to my chest as I made a beeline towards the shop.

The Craft Cafe was the only place that gave the same comfort as my room can offer me. I visited it whenever I felt drained from school. The place was soothing making me feel like I didn't have tasks to accomplish within a weeks. They also have book shelves that hold books that you can borrow after you take your order. And the slow music from the background can help you feel relax whenever you had a rough day.

When I walked inside the shop the small bell atop of the door rang making the all too familiar guy behind the register looked up from what he was doing. He was serving two teenage girl who were around my age but it didn't stopped him to offer me a wide smile. I reciprocated it with a smile of my own and wait for my turn as I stood behind them.

"Hey gorgeous." Joey said as soon as the two girls left with their orders.

"Hey." I replied, leaning at the counter.

"Rough day at school, isn't it?" Much on my attempt all I could give him was a wry smile. He knows me too well that whenever I dropped by at the shop at this hour was because I wanted to get rid of the stress at school.

"Don't you worry, I got you." He winked and turned on his back as he started to prepare my order.

It was always the usual; espresso and slice of cheesecake.

An hour later I was comfortably settled at my favorite spot beside the glass already sipping my coffee while working on the essay for my Literature class. Halfway across skimming the book and unconsciously tapping the pen in my hand over the page the pen roll over the table and landed at the floor.

I stood up and bent down on the floor. The pen was lifelessly lying under the chair across mine. I reached for it and was about to stand up when my eyes caught a black rectangular thing under the table across my booth.

At first I decided to leave it there but the curiosity gotten on me. I walked over the booth and roamed my eyes around the shop. The people inside were either engrossed on a conversation nor too occupied by the books they were reading for them to notice it.

I bent down slowly and reached for the thing. Only when I looked closely at the thing did I realized it was a notebook or a book. The first thing that came to my mind was maybe it was belong to the shop since they have books inside but then I noticed the initials scrawled at the right bottom side of the cover.

J. S.

It seems like personal.

The curiosity took over me and was about to open the book when I heard the unmistakable sound coming from the booth that I was occupying. I walked over my table and searched for my phone that was underneath the thick books.

Mom was calling.

I swiped the green button and pressed the device against my ear.

"Mom." I greeted.

"Hey honey," she said, "I'll work overtime tonight. Order takeouts or you can—"

"Mom," I cut her off before she could ramble. "I can handle myself, stop worrying about me."

She let out an audible sigh. "Right." All but she replied. There was silence before she spoke again. "Are you out?"

"Yeah, I'm at the coffee shop." I answered, placing the black book over the scattered papers at the table. "Just finishing some paperworks and stuff."

"Text me when you get home." She reminded me.

"I will."

It didn't take long when she said goodbye and ended the call. I checked the time and realized I'd been staying at the shop for almost an hour and a half. I collected my stuffs and took the last sip of my coffee.

Joey was busy serving customers at the time when I was about to leave.

"Hey Jo!" He glanced up to look over to me. "I'm leaving. See you next time I drop by."

He nodded in response along with a wide smile. I waved a hand.

Just when I was about to push the door open he called me again.

"Sarah!"

I turned my head over my shoulder to look at him.

"That guy of yours," he said with a teasing smile. "He was here earlier."