Foolish Mortals

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

nu-mi-nous

n(y)o͞omənəs

adjective

mysterious, holy or spiritual

synonyms: spiritual, religious, divine, holy, sacred

"Would you like to get a drink with me?" James McAvoy's lovely Scottish burr made me shiver as I stared up at him raptly.

"Oh... yes..." I said, nodding rapidly.

"All right." He leaned in, and a teasing grin lit up his face. "Only don't let me drink too much. Things might get crazy."

Holy crap. I held my breath and just kept nodding, watching his face draw closer and closer to mine...

And then my alarm went off again. I scowled, flopping my arm over and swiping it off. I loved that area between sleeping and waking when I had total control over my dreams, and I could make James McAvoy ask me out.

However, three ten minute snoozes were all I could allow myself, so I scrambled out of bed and got ready and go at top speed. When I finally managed to burst in through the door of It's Bean Great, shirt buttoned wrong, Jess was there to greet me. 

"Morning, slacker." Jess crossed her arms and raised her brows as she came in behind the counter to find me shoving bites of bagel in my mouth between painful swallows of coffee.

"Morning, sorry, sorry," I said with my mouth full. "I snoozed twice and missed the early bus. I'll do all the prep tomorrow. It was James McAvoy's fault."

"Yeah you will," she said with a shrug. "No worries, you've covered for me enough times. Oh, and here's your muffin. Mom says she's not making any more for you after this, though, so the bet's off."

"Oh cruel fate, when wilt thou weary be." I eagerly snatching the chocolatey goodness. "Do you think if I kidnap her and hold her for ransom you could get me the recipe?"

"She does it from memory," Jess replied, pulling out her own muffin and biting into it. "What was that about James McAvoy?"

"I was having a dream about him," I said thickly around another bite. "He has a drinking problem that makes him very kissy."

"You know he's married, right?"

"Doesn't matter in my dreams, baby." I waggled my brows.

She just shook her head, finishing off her muffin, and held out her hand. I gave her the keys as I continued stuffing my face, alternating bagel with muffin, and washing it down with coffee. 

Things were unusually busy that morning, so I didn't even notice it was nine o'clock until I heard the door open and glanced up to find the gorgeous bright blues of Mr. Hotty McGrumpy fixed on me. I jerked upright and straightened my shoulders instinctively, then rolled my eyes at my own response and glanced down to finish my current task of placing a drink and bagel on a tray. I eyed him as I brought the tray to its intended recipient. This morning he was with some young guy who looked like a local, the same beardy tattooed look that was so common.

As usual, they made their way to the corner table, and Mr. McGrumpy glanced up at us with his come-hither-and-serve-me-wench look. I picked up the water and glasses and made my way over to his table, veritably beaming down at the two of them.

"Hi there, I'm Jack, are you ready to order?"

"Well, Mr. Geller? Are you?" As usual, his growly voice did things to me, and I swallowed hard. The clock began ticking down to when I would lose my nerve and get all stammery.