The Way He Says My Name♡

~One~

FIVE MONTHS EARLIER:

"Can I have a black coffee with two sugars please?"

I nod genuinely before obeying the customer's order. Usually, working at the café did get annoying, but I liked it. Even if some customers did come in with a twist in their panties for an attitude. But hey, I never blamed them. I had to wake up early for that crap too.

I place the lid on coffee cup and place it on the counter. "Anything else?" I ask, politely.

The woman digs in her purse, fishing for what I guess, is money. "No, it's fine."

"Okay." I submit her order in the cash register. "That'll be $2.50." She hands me her cash which I then place in the register and fish out her change. "Here you go ma'am, have a great day." I smile, handing over her change. She didn't even bother to look at me, just flew out the door.

I had come a long way, especially with the register. I remember my first time working on a cash register. I legit thought I had to know algebra in order to understand it, instead of basic math. I also remember having my first customer, and freezing when I had to give the change back. At that moment, I forgot all basic math. The change was a dollar and seventy-five cents, and I had forgotten how to count.

I mentally laugh recalling the memory. I was sixteen at the time, and that was a summer job. Now, at twenty years old, I was pretty proud of how far I had come.

Anyway, seeing that there are no customers in front of me, I begin to clean up a little. Wiping down the coffee machines and whatever. As soon as everything was clean, I start thinking about eating a snack. That's what is cool about my boss. If the store wasn't busy and I had no customers, I could have a snack on the job.

Hmmm...

Immediately my focus lands on the bagel in front of me.

Ah, yes, I will have a bagel.

I then grab it and make my way toward the toaster. While on my way, my eyes catch a delicious looking banana. I stop in my tracks and pick up the banana in my other hand.

The banana it is! I'm feeling satisfied....well, until I stare at the bagel in my other hand. Oh my...

It's okay, just pick one. Hm, the bagel will taste so good right now....but so will the banana. The bagel consumes more of my time while the banana is faster to eat....but the bagel does look nice....but what if a customer comes in and my mouth is full and then I have a piece of bagel in my teeth?

I look between the bagel and the banana, my mind immediately having a war with my emotions...or maybe common sense?

"Can't decide?"

Startled, I jump out of my shoes at the masculine voice, (totally exaggerating), and drop both the banana and the bagel. My eyes blink at the figure in front of me. "I'm so sorry," He apologizes. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"N-No it's fine." I bend down to pick up the food, tossing the bagel in the garbage while saving the banana behind the register. "Um..." I hesitate, trying to muster up a sentence.

I'm so dumb, oh my God.

Pushing a piece of hair behind my ear, I clear my throat, finally forming a sentence. "Would you like anything?"

Of course he does, I mean it is a café. *sigh* Did I hit my head in the process or something?

He chuckles at what I'm guessing, was my tone of voice. "Yes I would. And again, my apologies. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just.." He begins to chuckle once again. "You seemed really focused on what was in your hands, even troubled."

"Yeah." I laugh awkwardly. "I was just trying to uh..." Do I even have to explain? "Never mind."

"Well, if it makes you feel better, that concentration face of yours is very cute." He comments, adding a warm smile at the end. Right at the end of his sentence my eyebrows shoot up. Did he just call me cute?

"Um..." I rub the back of my neck and fix my eyes to the ground. "Thank you." I utter out, faintly.

"Anyway, I'll have an iced coffee. Make that caramel please, along with cream." He asks politely, completely lightening the mood.

I breath out. Take it easy girl, you got this. Shake those nerves. "Right away." I state firmly. And, all of that confidence completely flushes all the way down the toilet when I spin around and crash into the coffee machine. Ouch.

A jolting pain runs through my head. "Ow," I groan, cupping my hands over my temples, trying to ease the pain.

"Are you ok?" The guy asks, concern filling his tone.

"Yeah," I shake it off. "Yeah I'm a," I grab the coffee cup that almost fell on the floor as well, "I'm dandyish thanks for asking." I reply, with no sarcasm in my voice at all.

I begin to make his coffee, while cursing at myself. This is such a great day isn't it?

When I finish, I place the coffee on the counter and ask the usual, "Would you like anything else?"

Amused, he shakes his head. Still eyeballing me. I can't help but feel useless under his hazel eyes. Shaking it off, I punch in the order and say, "That'll be $2.25."

He hands me five dollars and just when I was about to collect his change, he speaks. "Oh no, keep the change."

I pause, looking at him. His smirk draws my attention somehow, it's an amused smirk. Am I that amusing to him? His interest is written all over his face.

"Well," I push the coffee towards him. "Have a nice day, sir."

"Oh no, please. That makes me feel old. I'm only twenty-one. Call me Issac." He insist. Following his underlying sentence, he holds out his hand for me to shake formally. I stare at it for a second, before shaking it. "Nice to meet you."

"Same here..." His voice travels off while letting go of my hand. His eyes quickly scan my name tag, then back to my face. "Marcela..." He pronounces with a satisfied expression on his face. I shiver at his voice, the way he said my name was so...different.

"I hope to see you around." He smiles.

As if on cue, when I open my mouth to respond, my boyfriend comes through the door.

His face is plain as he strolls in and sees me. "Alrighty Marcy, I'm going to have a coffee, I'm in need." He plants a kiss on my cheek. "Please don't take long either, it's like your mind just goes off sometimes." He suggest, rolling his eyes as he finished.

I glance at Issac who just slowly backed away. Not taking his eyes off of us. "Kev, I thought maybe after my shift we could-"

A loud sigh draws out of his mouth. "Marcyyy," He runs a hand through his hair. "The coffee first then after you're done working, we talk."

"Right..." is all I say before glancing at Issac once more. He is already by the door, and throws me smile before exiting out of sight. The corners of my mouth lift up slightly at the gesture.

He seems very intriguing, and polite. Issac...the name is kind of growing on me. Suddenly, I feel like I wouldn't mind having him as a regular customer. Though I had never seen him before, for some strange reason, I want to see him again.

And this time, I would give him coffee the right way...that is, without making a fool out of myself.