Believing In Yesterday

***This is just a quick glimpse in something new I'm starting. This isn't supposed to be something great. It's more of a trial and error kind of thing. So, I’ll just see how it goes. For now this is it. Thank you, in advance for reading.***

“Good afternoon sir,” I said. “How may I help you.”

“I’d like three medium double-double regular coffees, one latte with two shots of espresso and…You guys serve ice-cream here, right?” He asked.

“No sir, sorry, but we don’t do ice-cream. But we’ve got ice-coffee.”

“Hmm…I don’t know if the kid will want that. Can you give me a minute while I figure this out?”

“Yeah, sure, it’s no problem. I’ll start with the others while you decide.” He’d already turned away before I finished talking. Still I continued and went my way to make his order. I didn’t see a car parked outside, so I wondered why he was ordering seven drinks. He wasn’t possibly planning to drink them all.

After adding two shots of espresso into the latte, I concluded that he had other people with him, seeing he was on his phone trying to solve the ice-cream problem. He was probably taking them to his family. Kids often come into the shop with their parents and get deflated when they realize that there is no such thing as ice-cream here. I’d spoken to Carly about it, but she wouldn’t hear of it.

Just as I was about to turn around, the bell connected to the front door rung again. At first I thought he’d left. As some do after placing their order, without paying or mentioning they no longer wanted the order. To say it angers me would only begin to explain my emotions toward those situations. Before I turned, another voice spoke.

“Hey Mike; what’s taking so long?”

This voice was younger and when I turned to face the front of the store, I had to do a double take. Standing in all his famous glory was Adam Kessler.