I Don't Like Coffee

Passion Iced Tea Does He Like Me?

Lewis' POV

"Lewis! Where on earth are my shoes?"

"They are over... there?" I said waving my hand in the air circling the room.

"Gee that narrows it down." Mia seethed, clearly annoyed. She kept pacing around the room until she eventually finds her solid black vans and pulls them on to her feet. "Alright, I'm going to go now and you, my fabulous best friend, are going to work."

I internally groaned and stuffed my face into my hands and crawled into a ball on the sofa. Still not wanting to go, I stuck out my bottom lip and stared up at Mia who was shaking me to get up.

"Don't even give me that face, you have to go to work. You need the money!" Knowing she was right I reluctantly got up and went to the mirror to fix my dirty blonde hair. Pushing it to the side, and slightly up I decided it was good enough. I smiled at Mia, grabbed my car keys, and watched her walk across the hallway into her flat. Then I went down a few flights of stairs and walked out of the complex. Twisting the keys into the keyhole of my car, I slid in and was on my way to work.

I turned on the radio and my body shook to the beat and my head bobbed up and down. The song was good but I didn't actually know it and it had odd lyrics: If you don't swim, you'll drown, In my American Apparel underwear, I've got your ripped skinny jeans lying on the floor.

I pulled into the car park and stared up at the giant green, white, and black sign that looked like the Statue of Liberty. Pushing open the front doors the faint sound of a bell rang. There was a fairly long line running up to the counter so I quickly went around the back and slipped on a green hat and put on a green apron with the Starbucks logo written on the front.

By then the line had started to die down and me and my co-worker, Annabelle, were the only ones in the shop. I pulled out my iPhone and absentmindedly scrolled through Tumblr until the ringing of the door opening sounded. Annabelle and I put our phones away and walked up to the registers. The moment I lifted my head i swear the world started moving slower.

In came two men, one in all dark clothing with a dark skin pigment with very broad shoulders who stood by the door and stared at everyone passed outside. The second person was staring right at me and staring right into my soul. With three large strides he was standing right in front of me with only the counter seperating us. I took that moment to take in his apperance. He wore a white New York shirt under a black button down sweat shirt with white sleeves and hood.

I looked back into his eyes and realized he had been staring at me the whole time i was checking him out and he had a wide toothy grin plastered over his face. Still in my trance i heard Annabelle clear her throat and ask the stranger a question.

"What type of coffee would you like?" She asked polietly although you could hear the nerves in her voice. After that there was a brief silence and the fairly young guy kept staring at me. His curly hair was childish, but some what very attractive. It looked like the kinda hair you can run your fingers through. Finally, the man opened his mouth to speak, never tearing his gaze away from me.

"I don't like coffee," he said. His voice. The most heavenly, rich, raspy voice I have ever heard. Plus, it's Australian.

"O-Okay what would you, um, like?" I stuttered looking away from his piercing gaze.

"I would like a grande Passion iced tea." He looked at me searching for my eyes until I eventually looked into them and then he said 'please.'

"Good choice," I said smirking to myself because that was my favourite drink here. "And whats the name?" I blush rose up my neck because I said that in a creeper way.