The Coffee Shop || A Romance

Few Weeks In

A gust of wind headed towards her as she walked, model style. Teenagers, boys, and girls watched with an open mouth as they did on a daily basis. Peyton strolled through the wind with her hair bouncing gallantly as she entered her little coffee shop.

"Ms. Sarons! Welcome back, how was your short trip?" Sunny Park, her assistant and the closest friend near her asked nervously. Sunny worried for Peyton, for sometimes she came with a gust of grumps or was as happy and as bright as her hair. She seemed pretty neutral as she opened the door, but her eyes were hidden behind fancy glasses which made it hard to find the true emotion of Ms. Peyton.

"Quite relaxing I'd say, I managed to buy you a gift!" Peyton skipped towards the worker excitedly handing her a bag with the word Gucci plastered around the entire surface area.

"Ms. Sarons! You shouldn't have! What is it?" She scurried her small, delicate fingers through the white tissue paper to reveal a new, leather, Gucci handbag that she and Peyton had seen in a catalog. She had pointed out to Peyton that it was an extravagant handbag and that she'd love to claim it as her own one day, but never expected Peyton to have bought it for her.

"Well, you are an amazing woman and a hard worker that deserves the world. Man, Sunny, I'm glad to have you as an employee!"

"Oh... thank you so much!" Sunny replied turning away feeling extremely happy. She was very glad to see her boss in a sweet mood.

"Now, let's open up and have some cranky people get their coffees," she pointed to the door while setting her hand bag in the back of the kitchen and got her soft apron on.

People began to flow in, sometimes one at a time, sometimes as a group. Coffee after coffee being served. The smell of the beans brewing was just a breath of warmth for the customers. Peyton made her coffee with love, each customer was her family. They cherished her coffee, especially those who were regulars. Newcomers would become regulars after their first taste of the delicacy. 

"Ms. Sarons! Ms. Sarons!" Sunny ran over in panic as if something happened out front.

"What is it," Peyton asked, eyes wide open awaiting a surprising answer.

"It is almost time to close," she looked towards the clock that read 4:47. 

"You scared me half to death, I thought something bad happened... good lord Sunny," Peyton exclaimed in a joking tone, "now let's serve the last coffees!"

Grinning Peyton began brewing more coffees for her last customers. She carried a tray of four perfect coffees and set them on tables painting beautiful smiles across her customers faces. As she walked back towards the inside of the kitchen she saw a fallen item, no, it was a phone. She looked at it and reached down to grab it right as a tall man in a black suit swung himself to the side, his bag hitting his coffee which spilled all over Peyton.

"Oh my god, I am ridiculously sorry," the man blurted and hurried to the counter to grab a towel to hand Peyton.

"Jesus Christ, I.. seriously," she responded after a moment of silence. Everyone was staring her way as she wiped down her apron.

"I really had no intentions to..."

"Is this your phone?" She said with frustration.

"Um... yeah it actually is," he answered. Furiously, she shoved it toward his chest and walked to the back of the counter without making any eye contact with him.

"Are you alright Ms. Sarons?" Sunny looked at her worriedly.

"Do I look alright to you?" Peyton responded while sitting down on a chair and removing her apron.

"I think you should leave early, I will close for today."

"Oh, are you serious, would you?"

"Yes, of course!" Sunny grabbed Peyton's bag and shooed her out of the kitchen. She barely took notice of the tall, professional looking man watching her leave the coffee shop. 

Peyton walked to her black, matte, Audi R8 with a single teal stripe going down its left side. This was her most prized car. She worked hard for it, not only did the coffee shop support her, but her left over bank support money from her family was also slightly used to buy it. It was a perfect combinations for her unique personality. A little sass, but with a lot of class.

She hopped in, top down, and drove home.

---

Back at the coffee shop, the man walked up to Sunny with a look on his face that could not be described. It was in between confusion, but kindness.

"Ma'am?" He asked.

"How can I help you sir?" Sunny replied.

"Is that lady with the bright hair the owner of the shop?"

"That is right!" She gave a reassuring smile and went back to wiping down the machines.

"Will she be here tomorrow?" He asked wondrously.

"Oh. Peyton? She will be here tomorrow, yes," she observed him for a few seconds. His light brown eyes were glowing after hearing about Peyton's return tomorrow. He had beautiful bronze hair that parted midway and hung close to his eyes with a darker undercut. His style was very modern and chic. He wore a long black trench coat with a dark grey turtle neck underneath, black jeans, and shiny black dress shoes. 

As he strolled out of the small coffee shop he stopped the man with him, possibly a chauffeur.

"Sir, is there a problem?" The man looked at the other man's expression.

"We have to come here again, tomorrow," the well-dressed man said while running his hand through his luxuriant hair and heading into the open car door being held by the chauffeur.