Do you even know the feeling of waking up beside someone whom you love for seven years?
How about the feeling of going home from your stressful work and you see that person waiting for you?
But...
What if one day, you'll wake up without that person by your side?
What if one day, you'll come home from work and no one greets you anymore?
What if one day, she gets tired of everything... of loving you?
—
I went inside the coffee shop to buy some caffeine for my hangover. Damn, I should've not went to that party. Now, I'm suffering.
"What can I get you?" The barista asked me but my eyes were still glued on my phone, texting Jeremy, if he's still alive from last night.
"Caramel Latte, please."
"Okay. What size?" I heard the barista speak but I didn't understand what she said so I kept staring at my phone waiting for Jeremy's reply.
"Can you please get off from your phone one sec?" The barista sounded very annoyed that annoyed me so I looked up to whoever I'm speaking to.
But once I saw her face, my bad mood turned into a mood I haven't felt for a long time.
"I said, Caramel Latte." I repeat my order, "I was asking you what size."
Oops. My bad.
"Large." She gave me a death glare before she prepare my drink. Gosh, that was so hot. She is hot.
"Did you just gave me a death glare?" I spoke, "No. I didn't. I just looked at you the way I look at my neighbor who let their dogs poo on my frontyard."
"Could I just get my coffee, miss...." I looked at her name tag that says "melissa benoist" HOW DO YOU EVEN PRONOUNCE HER SURNAME
"Benowist?"
"It's Benoist." My bad again.
"Alright, Miss Benoist. Can I get my coffee now or I'll report you to your manager?" I said in an annoyed tone. This girl is beautiful but she getting on my nerves.
"I'm sorry. I'll prepare your latte and serve it to you myself." I smirked and sat down near the exit.
Five minutes had passed, she came with my latte and put it on the table. I was about to talk but she already went back to the counter to do her job.
When the clock strikes at 5, she removed her apron and let her hair down. I could stare at her for hours. She's so beautiful.
When she was about to leave the coffee shop, she looked at me, "I accidentally spat on your latte, I'm sorry." Then she left.
What the heck?
Three months after, I went to a carnival with Jeremy and his girlfriend. Being the third wheel, I didnt really joined them riding some shits and eating cotton candy.
While walking around, I accidentally bumped into someone, "Oh, I'm sorry." I said.
I looked at the person I bumped into and it was the barista.
