Secrets to keep

Chapter 3

My breath heavy, as the air is cold. Leaves fall all along the side of the street. I count how many fall. It is quiet relaxing. My hair half up, so I take it down. I attempt to fix it. It will have to do. A low whistle sound is created from the wind. I pause. I then think about where I'm going. Oh yeah, I got sidetracked. Starbucks. I'm a few meters away. Yes. I can taste the hot, creamy, lovely taste of the limited addition coffee. I then dash away to the parking lot. The doors open. The warm coffee scented air. I then step in line.

"How may I help you?"
A quite small, stout woman greeted me. She had large circular glasses, darker blue makeup and gapped teeth. Her hair in a bob and micro-bangs.
"Hell-" I cut her off.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry... Um... I'll have a large Pumpkin Spice Latte with extra whipped cream."
"Name?"
"Tessa."
"Ok, stand over there please."
​I stand over on the far side of the café. There were only a few other people in here. A woman who was quiet tall and skinny, reminded me of a horse. One was a man with a large orange beard. The others were elderly folks from the old age home just down the street.
"Velma!"
The horse woman raised her hand slightly and walked over to a barista with her drink. It was a tiny espresso. She walked away with a little gallop. As she opened the door, a draft came in. I continue to wait in line. The smell of the coffee is really getting to me. Drool literally drips down my mouth, but I don't care.

"Gerald! Your birthday cake frappe is ready!"
Kid you not, this man actually squealed, and raised his hands. I was wheezing! He took a sip, the whipped cream got all over his very bushy beard. He smiled and literally skipped over to the door, and giddily opened the door, leaving fairly quickly.

"Tessa! Your pumpkin spice latte is ready!"

Oh heck ya! Walking over to the very tall barista like the world is mine, I grab my coffee. Without realizing what I was doing, I tripped over a guy. My PSL got everywhere. No joke an emotional scar hit me.

"WATCH WHERE YOUR GO-"

I was stopped by his ruggedly good looks. His eyes. Blue like the ocean. His light brown hair poofed up, used by the right gel. He had a bit of stubble. His clothes. Very pristine and, nice in general.

"Oh my God, I am terribly sorry." His raspy voice strikes me. I've been hit. Attention everyone. A very hot guy just spoke to me. Looking like a complete dummy, I look at him.

"Umm... its fine." I say but my mind is like, holy, mother of Jesus. One babe if I must say.

"I can help you clean up, if you want?" he looks straight into my weird soul.

"Umm, yeah, that would be nice..." I say, still pretty dumbfounded.

He goes and grabs a few brown napkins. Then he pats my shirt down.

"I can buy you another coffee... if you would like?" He seems pretty upset, so let him go, easy. But in reality, I wanted him to stay, really I did.

"How bout we get together sometime? Maybe Saturady?" Oh dang it Tessa! You said Way too much! But to my response, he said,

"Sure, sounds good. 'Names Wyatt."

"Tessa." I said, giving a really weird smile.

We shook hands and I waved goodbye. I came for the coffee, came out with a date; with a really hot guy. Now, exited, I waltz my way back to school.