How You Meet: Ally.
You were in your freshman year of college, doing a major in Communications- and since you weren't earning an income of your own to supplement your needs for expenses like rent and food, you decided to undertake a part-time job at the local Starbucks, which was situated right outside the college campus.
Your job was easy: you worked the cashier machine, making sure each customer got exactly what they ordered. You ensured consumer satisfaction, and acquired an accurate sum of funds at the end of each day.
The day you met Ally wasn't exactly the best day for you.
There was an overwhelming amount of customers in the line, and every employee but one, Nathaniel, had either called in sick or hadn't showed up to work at all. In addition, the weather was dreary and the dark clouds gave in to the wrath of rain.
"Next!" I yell, gesturing for the next person in line to come forward to the counter.
I am furiously jotting down details on a notepad and keying in data to the cashier machine when I hear a sweet voice break the stream of my agitation.
"Hi, um... Do you have any recommendations on what I should get?" The voice questions.
I look up, only to find a pair of dark brown orbs looking back at mine.
"Yeah?" I blink.
"Recommendations, do you have any?" She asks again, playing with her fingers.
I look up at the large menu displayed up against the well, scanning my eyes through the finely engraved chalk which defines the structure of all the food and beverages served.
I clear my throat. "Since it's um, rainy, you might want to go for the hot chocolate?"
She nods. "Sure thing, a hot chocolate. Grande, if I may."
I smile. "Anything else?"
I hear a shrill voice screeching at me from inside the kitchen. "Y/N, hurry up!"
The girl in front of me chuckles out of partial embarrassment.
"Just a chocolate chip cookie, please." She speaks politely, fishing out her wallet.
I shout out the order to Nathaniel. "Grande hot chocolate and a chocolate cookie!"
It seems as though Nathaniel had nothing to do in his position in the kitchen, because he returns almost instantly with the prepared refreshment and freshly baked cookie. He wraps an arm around me, thrusting the objects into my hand.
"It's about time." He sneers.
I sigh, and hand the girl her order as she simultaneously places the tiny cluster of cash into my hands.
"You two make a very cute couple." The girl says, proceeding to move away from the line.
I immediately shrug out of Nathaniel's grip on me.
"You've got it all wrong. He's my very gay best friend." I retort, and Nathaniel chuckles.
Nathaniel chortles. "Or at least that's what I told you."
I groan, pushing him away from me. "Go away, Nate." The girl laughs.
By now, the customers in the line are beginning to grow frustrated at our prolonged interaction.
"Ma'am," I stutter. "Your name?"
She smiles. "Ally."
I pull out a Sharpie from the pencil stand placed near the cashier machine, and write her name on the cup.
I add a heart next to it, because it always seems to make people feel better and continue their day with a happy mindset- not that Ally needed it, she seemed like an extremely positive and optimistic person anyway.
"Thank you." Ally whispers, as I hand her the steaming milk and the wrapped baked good.
My eyes stay on her the whole time, as she sits in the corner by herself.
I noticed the way her curly hair fell over her shoulders, and her lips parted every time she went for a sip of the beverage. She sported a simple, white off-the-shoulder romper, which complemented the complexion of her tan skin.
Customers come and go, but I don't make an effort to be as kind and nice to them as I was with Ally. I knew she was a member of the sensational girl group, but that didn't matter to me.
I felt... connected, in a way.
After around forty five minutes, I see Ally waiting for me at the counter again.
I am re-stocking some of the syrups back in their place, and also bringing out a fresh set of cups, since the line is finally empty. I spin around when I hear a voice around me.
"Hi, Y/N?" Someone who sounds like Ally inquires, and I am right in my belief.
"Oh, hi, Ally. How was your snack?" I ask, running a hand through my hair.
She blushes. "Good."
I nod, trying to get my mind off of the short yet elegant goddess standing in front of me.
Ally continues, "I kind of expected you to give me your number... you know, on the cup."
I chuckle. "I don't really do that sort of thing. I also didn't think you were... that type."
She looks down at her feet sheepishly, and I pass her a weak smile.
"I've never really dated a girl before." She admits, "But I felt something with you."
I let out an internal gasp, and feign an aura of not feeling surprised whatsoever.
"Um... Okay." I stammer, and she smacks her head with her palm.
"I didn't do that right, did I?" She questions genuinely.
I extend an arm to rub her shoulder.
"You did just fine." I respond, pulling out a napkin and penning my number onto it.
"I think you're beautiful." Ally compliments me, and I feel my face turn pink.
I return, "Thank you." as I fold the napkin ever so carefully and slip it into her hand.
I look down at my work clothes- a black shirt with a pair of black skinny jeans, topped off with a green apron and a green visor.
How did she find me beautiful?
"I mean it." She justifies.
Did I just say that out loud?
I nod, noticing the arrival of another customer as the chimes by the door give out a sudden ring.
"Text me." I whisper seductively, and I can discern Ally tense up at the words.
She concludes, "Bye, Y/N." and gives me a slight wave as she incessantly walks out the door.
And that's where it all began.
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