Introduction
I wrote this story in 2007 ..thought I would share it here
Can’t Stop – A short story
“Hey guys, anyone want anything from the coffee shop?”
“What is up with you Adam? You can’t seem to keep away from that place lately, not that I’m complaining it’s about time you did your share of fetching and carrying....I’ll have a large Americana thanks.” Responded Mickey.
Making a mental note of what his friends wanted Adam left the studio and made his way across the street. Please let her be working today he thought as he joined the end of the line, anxiously looking over the heads of the people ahead of him, trying to see if the petite brunette who had been invading his mind was behind the counter. Yeah there she was looking fresh as a daisy and stunning as usual in her uniform of lime green shirt and black pants and bistro apron.
He had first noticed her about a week ago when he had called in one morning on his way to the studio to pick up a triple espresso. He’d had a heavy night and needed something to wake himself up. She had served him and he had made a lame joke about it putting hairs on his chest. Since then he had visited at least once a day in the hope of seeing her again. He always managed to extend their conversation a little beyond the basic ordering and paying pleasantries.
He knew nothing about her – but wanted to know everything. He had tried to find out her name, but she had just smiled and said he could call her whatever he thought suited her. So she had become “Daisy” in his thoughts and dreams, and he had been dreaming about her every night since that first encounter.
He had been waking up in the middle of the night, tangled in his sheets, clutching at his pillow, perspiration on his brow and aroused so much it hurt. He had taken to relieving the tension in his body, stroking and rubbing until he came into his own hand, imagining what he would like to do to her, but it did nothing for the tension in his mind, he was becoming obsessed.
He had asked her out the third time he saw her but she had refused, saying she didn’t have time for things like that right now. One night he had even hung about until closing time and had followed her, hoping for an opportunity to manufacture an “accidental” meeting, but she had hailed a cab at the corner of the street and was gone.
As he reached the front of the queue she looked up and smiled.
“Hi, what can I get you today?”
Adam reeled off his order and wracked his mind for something, anything to say to keep her attention.
“Do you like music?” he asked hesitantly.
“Yeah sure what’s not to like.”
“Well I’ve been working at the studio over there,” he started waving his arm to point across the street, “ and I’ve had an idea for a song, but I want to try it out on some fresh ears before I share it with the rest of the guys. I just wondered if you would let me play it for you?”
“Why me? Surely there are plenty of people who would listen and give you an opinion.”
“Yeah there are but, well, you kinda inspired me to finish this song. It’s been rattling around in my head for a while now but it finally all fell into place over the last few days. Please let me play it for you.”
“OK, I suppose, I get away from here at 6.00 tonight, I’ll come over then, who shall I ask for?”
“Just ask for Adam.”
