Mocha Love

Prologue

New York
Monday, 7:45am

The busy intersection is roaring like thunder on a cold night. The people walking by outside sound like the chit-chat of birds from afar. They're all wearing coats with fur that makes you want to lay in a warm fluffy blanket. They hold umbrellas that makes the rain splash down violently. The rain. The rain sounds like a cold shower at the end of a hard day. Just by the street light is a coffee shop. In the warmth of that local coffee shop, stands a girl. The kind of girl that makes you fall in love with life. The kind of girl that makes you want to hug her all year long. The kind of girl that can make the meanest person feel warm and fuzzy just by looking at her smile. Her name? Jane. Jane Elle Bentley. What a beautiful name for an equally beautiful girl. Ding! The bell just above the entrance rings.
Jane's P.O.V:
Huh? I look up to see just another costumer. I was hoping to see my ex so he could tell me how much of a slut he thinks I am. When clearly I caught him with some random h- "Um. Hello? Are you there?" Says some guy waving his hand in my face, like who does he think he is. With his pinkish-white button up shirt, black long pants, and light blue converse. His long dark brown hair in a man bun, dark skin tone, and those dark black eyes. Those soft eyes. His soft British accent. "Mam?" He says with concern. "Oh! Heh. Sorry just got lost in my thoughts." I say with embarrassment. Then he replies with "I'd like to get a coffee? I-if that's all right, of course?" He puts on a smirk after he finishes his sentence.
Guy's P.O.V:
I ask this girl for a coffee, but it's really just an excuse to talk to her. She's wearing a pale green shirt under her apron, and some leggings with tall, leather boots. Her long light brown hair, fair skin tone, and greenish-brown eyes. Those lips. Those lips look so red from the cold air, red and plump. Are all Americans this beautiful? If so, I should come here more often. "Sir, what coffee do you want?" The girl says whilst looking annoyed. I hesitate at first, but then I say "I'll take a Grande Mocha, for my girlfriend." I mentally face palm myself thinking why I'm such an idiot. I don't even have a girlfriend, ugh.
The tension between the two could be sensed by Jane's co-workers. By co-workers I mean Jane's friend since middle school, and her roommate. The three all hesitate to speak again, but Jane decides to talk first.
Jane's P.O.V:
I ask the guy "What's your name?" He looks at me with that strange smirk. I just need his name for the coffee. After a few seconds he replies with "Oh, so we're on first name basis now, I see? In that case, my name is Issac." Finally, I thought he would never tell me. I respond with "Ok! Would you like to try our ne-" I get cut off by, Issac. "Woah, wait! I told you my name. Now tell me yours." As he says that he looks for a name tag, which luckily I forgot it. I stutter " M-my n-n-name is, Jane. Jane Elle Bentley." I get a shudder of fear going from my toes up to the very last strand of hair.
For a moment Jane was terrified for his reaction. Issac's face lights up with shock, confidence, and awestruck all at once. He paused and then said " Bentley? As in Mary and Conner Bentley? The most famous couple actors in the world?!" Jane looks humbly down to the floor, looks back up and says "Well, I mean, I call them mom and dad, but that works too." She ended with a slight smile.
Issac's P.O.V:
Man, that smile. That bittersweet smile.
Jane's P.O.V:
A few minutes passed. The absolute worst few minutes of my whole 23 years of life. Thank god I won't ever see him again.
Issac's P.O.V:
After a few minutes, I get my coffee from Jane as she gives me quick glance of annoyance. I can't get over that face. I leave, but as the door closes I feel a little sad. I've just left and I already miss her bipolar attitude. A bitter taste in a sweet coffee...