The Fifth Date

Chapter 9

“You have an impressive strength.” He laughed, still rubbing his sore wrist.

“I’m sorry.” I muttered with guilt as I picked up my report from the ground.

He waved his hand in dismissal and smiled at me. “It’s okay. I might have startled you. I’m sorry.”

The sight of Micky alone hinted me that I was indeed in Green Leaf. But what’s all this? He must have noticed how I shot each one of the hearts at the ceiling with a glare as he told me that a couple had rented the place to celebrate Valentine’s Day. I should have seen the closed sign by the door if this was rented, but I’ve seen none.

“They have rented the whole place but it’s still open for anyone.” He said with glee.

“I didn’t know someone would be interested in this place.” I muttered gawking at the couples occupying all the tables, wearing matching red shirts. I swore I could have puked but I didn’t, out of respect for this guy in front of me, whose wrist I might have broken.

He gave a light laugh. “I know how my shops’s such a flop but I make coffee because I love it.”

My eyes widened. For three years, I had thought Micky was just a barista. I didn’t know he owned the place. I couldn’t believe what I have just heard. He was running the coffee shop all alone for years. And I was even more surprised when he introduced me to his sister, Vicky, the waitress. I was too stunned I didn’t talk.

“I actually reserved your table. I knew you were coming.” He pointed to my usual table near the counter, which was indeed empty.

I gaped at him.

“I know how you wanted to be in a quiet place so I’m really sorry for this.” He said apologetically as he lifted his arms to his side.

Why was he apologizing to me? I blinked as I tried to keep a straight face.

“Don’t worry the americano’s on the house.” He clasped his hands together, his blue eyes glistening. “And the oatmeal cookies,too.”

I hated crowded places. Noise pollution vexed me. But free Americano and oatmeal cookies? I’ll give them a second thought.