Beginnings are often messy, and no one really knows where the real beginning, well, begins. I am a routine master, a soldiers daughter, and I know exactly what I want. This is where my story really begins I guess.
In my favorite café, there is a corner seat, a red leather chair the I sit in every morning as a sip my coffee and read a book. I have done this everyday since I moved in the apartment above this golden nugget. For years I have sat in the same spot, done the same thing, but a boy I have never seen before has taken my seat this morning. I order my usual but to go. I hop in my mini coop amd head to work. Traffic is thick this morning, as I am entering the highway a car cuts me off and I have to slam on my breaks causing the piping hot coffee in the cup holder to spill on my pants and white shirt.
As mellow dramatic as this sound, THAT BOY RUINED MY DAY!! for years I have done the same thing every morning, and now I'm completely thrown off. At work I am off centered and easily make mistakes, at home I burnt my hand cooking my dinner. This boy will move.
The next morning
I awake at 6:45 on the dot, and get ready to go downstairs. I arrive at 7, order my drink and head to my chair, containing the boy. He looks almost angelic with the morning light surrounding him and the chair. I clear my throat. "Excuse me, you're in my chair" I puff my chest, maybe this will make me seem intimidating..
"Oh, um I don't see a name on here, and I didn't know you can claim seats here." He replies with a smirk
" Please just give me the seat, my day was ruined yesterday because I was thrown off routine. Please just move" I'm nearly begging this boy for a taste of routine. He flashes a smile and says " fine, I'll move, " I sigh in relief " but only if you agree to a date with me."
I am dumbfounded in his request I simply say "deal"
"I'll meet you here at 6 tonight." He says as he removes himself from the red leather chair.
