Hate is a strong word

Chapter 6

I woke up early, ready to start my day. I got dressed in record time and looked at myself in the mirror. My dirty blonde hair was curled and reached my shoulders, and my gray/green eyes were adorned with eyeliner. I was wearing a navy and white striped top and a navy pencil skirt. Satisfied, I texted Nash. I hadn't seen him in a few days, so I decided to see what he was up to.

Rebecca: Hey! I haven't seen you in a few days. Up for some coffee?;)

I grabbed my purse and slipped on some tan heels. I reached for my coat when my phone went off.

Nash: Hi! Absolutely! Meet me at Mt. Java's in 10.

I smiled to myself, slipping on my coat and stepping into the cold New York air. I walked down the sidewalk, watching the people around me. I know this sounds stalker-ish, but I love to watch people. They all have different lives, which come with different worries. Some could be stressed out from work, some could have just lost a family member, and some could have just received a promotion. Each person's life is so drastically different from mine. They all have their own stories, and I am just one of them. To them, I'm probably just a person they walk by in the mornings. I sigh, seeing my destination in the distance.

I walk into the little coffee shop I have started to go to. It was a tiny shop, on the corner between my apartment and work. It had a huge chalkboard wall, with rustic wooden stools and tables. Almost like a Starbucks, but not quite. Their coffee was awesome, too. 

I looked around until a saw a familiar face. Smiling I walked over to Nash, who was on his phone. Once he saw me he smiled and put it away, pulling me into a hug. 

"Here's my favorite human." He said. I giggled at his choice of words. We stepped into line and began to read the menu. 

"Decisions, decisions. Since it's extra cold outside today, I think I'll get something hot. But I don't know what I want..." I mumbled, reading over the menu for the second time.

"They have really good hot chocolate here. I know it's not coffee, but it's still good." Nash motioned to the picture of a perfect cup of hot chocolate. It did look good.

"Ok, I'll have to try it. Thanks!" He smiled, proud of himself, and stepped forward to the cash register.

"I'll have two hot chocolates, please." The lady began to type into the computer. She must be new, judging by the way a worker was watching over her shoulder. They shook their head and reached over her, fixing her mistake. She made an 'o' shape with her mouth and continued.

"That'll be $4.80." Nash took out a five and gave it to her. 

"Keep the change." We walked over to the pick-up counter and got our hot chocolates. I picked out a table near a window and sat down. Nash got us two straws and we began to sip our drinks.

"What have you been up to, lately?" Nash asked, his blue eyes staring at me. I blushed, still amazed at how blue they were.

"Great, actually. I got my first client, the people who were there when you came in that day. They are really nice, and I feel pretty good about what we've done so far. I hope it goes well, I don't want to ruin my career on my first job."

"Oh, stop. You won't ruin your career. You are amazing, and I'm sure you'll do great." I smiled. Nash has always been good about cheering me up. 

Nash's phone began to buzz, signaling a call. He looked at the screen and sighed.

"I'm sorry, Rebecca. I have to take this. I'll be back, ok?" I nodded. He stood up and walked outside. I watched him through the window. He seemed to be talking to someone from work, the way he looked professional as if he was talking to the person in real life. He seemed to get frustrated and after a few minutes came inside.