I walk through the front entrance of the breakfast shop. All I wanted was coffee and some pancakes. Its one of those period cravings that always hit. I stepped in line behind this girl. She is shorter than me, but only by an inch or two. Her cologne was strong making feel drawn towards her. Her brown hair cut short almost in a bob but more wavy and full of volume. She was wearing a light splashed jean jacket with the sleeves rolled to her forearms. It exposed some of here tattoos making me intrigued what the full design is. Her black jeans ripped to shreds at the knees, they must have been an older pair. She looked back at me for a second and smiled.
"Can I help whose next?" The barista announced grabbing the girls attention.
"Hey----Latte----" Her voice getting muffled from the sounds of the machines whirling in the background.
She walked off to the side and stood there awkwardly. She wasn't going to grab her phone right away but seemed to be shifting on her feet greatly.
"Hey, Can I help you?"
"Oh yeah, hi" I nervously walked up and looked at the male guy in front of me. "Ah can I get a vanilla latte?"
I fluff through my purse for change and finally find my wallet. I hand him the money and go to stand by the other girl.
"Cool tattoos" I hesitantly say. "Can I see them?"
Her head rose as if I caught her interest. "Oh yeah, let me show you" She started to to unbutton her jacket.
I couldn't help but get flustered at this point. I'm straight, I promise. I am...am a little curious.
She wrapped the jacket around her waist showing off her sleeveless shirt and the sleeves of tattoos that followed along her arms.
"Oh fuck. Thats so beautiful." My eyes were awed at what I was looking. The tattoos looked like artwork on her skin.
"Dylan! your vanilla latte is ready."
"Oh hey, that me." She turned leaving me standing there watching her walk to the counter.
"Sam! Your latte is ready too." The male placed the cup on the counter. The girl was standing there about to leave. "Hey Dylan, would you wanna drink coffee...like..together? Tell me the story of your tattoos?" Of course I would choke right here. My veins felt like it was on fire. Burning through every sweat gland.
She stopped and looked at me and then made eye contact for a few seconds without speaking . "Sure, I would love too."
*dramatic pause*
And just like that. Our story was started. Our crazy, depressing, beautiful moments.
