I was the first one to get to the small coffee shop in the center of town. When I entered, I sat myself at the coffee bar, temporarily, keeping in mind that Grayson may want to sit somewhere else.
In the meantime, I search the old wooden counter top for my number. Without looking for very long, I see it. It was the largest number carved on this end of the bar. I smile recognizing my sister's handwriting. That mischievous jerk, I think to myself. Looking a little harder at the scribbled numbers, I notice smaller writing underneath the number. One sentence clearly written in my sister's handwriting, the other written in handwriting I didn't recognize.
Totally single and ready to mingle. My sister's sentence.
Totally mine and forever will be. The stranger's sentence.
That's interesting. Someone has their sights set on me, and they're seemingly not letting me go any time soon. The only person I can think of that could have written that sentence would have been my ex. It was written a long time ago then.
A young, blonde-haired barista walks up to me, drying their hands on their black apron.
"Can I help you?" she asks, whipping out her pen and pad.
"No, thank you. At least, not yet. I'm waiting on someone." I say, as I take a quick glance toward the door.
"Anxious for a hot date?" the barista asks.
"Trust me, it's not a date," I say, as I shake my head and laugh.
The barista holds out her hand. "I'm Emma."
I offer her my hand, and we shake them. "Nessa." I smile.
"What school do you go to?" the barista asks as she begins cleaning out one of the many coffee machines the place had.
"I go to Central. You?" I take a menu from the stack that sits on the very end of the bar.
"I go to Central, too. I'm surprised I haven't seen you around."
"I'm not surprised. I don't get out much. What grade are you in?" Flipping through the menu, I see nothing that interests me.
"Junior," Emma manages, before she grunts as she heaves the coffee machine back into it's original spot.
"Hm, me too."
As I say that, the door bell rings, which tells the employees a customer is entering. I turn in my seat to see a very cute guy around my age entering the coffee shop. It was at that moment that I realized I had absolutely no idea what Grayson looked like. The guy sat on the opposite side of the bar. That isn't him, there's no way, I think to myself.
I return to the conversation I was having, minding my own business. We talked for a few minutes about what classes we had, then decided that we should hang out sometime.
Just as Emma was wrapping up her shift, which she had told me would be over in just a few minutes, my phone rang.
"Let me take this," I say, "I'll see you around."
Emma smiles at me, and writes her number on a piece of paper. When she slides it over to me, I nod and answer the call.
"Hey, Grayson. When are you going to get here?"
"I'm already here."
"Where are you sitting?"
"The end of the bar farthest from the door."
"I'm sorry. Say that again. I can't hear you over the guy at the other end of the room."
"I'm sitting at the end of the bar farthest from the door."
Oblivious to what is happening, I turn to look at the other end of the bar. Then it clicks. The cute guy at the other end of the bar is Grayson. He is sitting with his arm propped on the counter and his head in his hand.
"No way."
"What?"
He turns his head and looks in my direction, still holding his phone up to his ear.
"Holy crap."
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This is Dylan Jordan. He plays the role of the stunning Grayson Parker. Okay, now you can stare at this image for as long as you like. Take it alllll in. I know I did. *obnoxious cackling*
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN! This chapter is a little different than usual, but I thinks it works well! I hope you guys enjoy!
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