Receipt//Scott Sire

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Keneti
It had been a few days since I left Scott on read. I haven't known what to say or anything. He also hasn't really made an effort to say anything or come into the shop. In my mind, the texts were just texts and I should care less about them because it was one text conversation, but I was curious.

It was another slow day at the shop, I had pulled a chair around to sit at the back bar in a position where I could work on my own projects and watch the door. It was 11 am the place wasn't busy at all so I basically had time to myself.

I stopped thinking about him, it was good since I really had to clue why this completely random guy was on my mind. I drank the peppermint mocha I had made for myself and worked. Some stuff was stressing me out pretty bad other than him so I was sitting my head readying in my hand thinking about stuff.

I heard the door ding and didn't pay any mind to it, I just got up and walked to the register. When I finally looked up I was met with a broad chest that was covered in a shirt that said 'don't be sad' and when I looked at the face that belonged to the body, I saw dazzling green Irises.

My lips parted slowly "Oh, hi- are you ready to order or?" I ask trying to avoid saying anything else but the basically scripted barista words I was supposed to say.

"Just a large cold brew, and you to text me back.." Scott says fiddling with his card in his hands.

"Well aren't you persistent.," I say it coming out ruder than sarcastic or whatever I was actually trying to make it be.

"I'm not trying to creep you out or anything. I just wanna get to know the coffee girl Heath and Zane always are talking about, and she just happens to be kinda cute." He says slowly handing his card to me our hands brushing as I grabbed it.

"Maybe talk to me in person instead of writing ur name and phone number on a receipt with a 30 dollar tip," I say handing him his card and receipt to sign before going to pour his brew.

I walked back over to him and handed him his drink and he sat down in the seat that was in front of mine. "Keneti, you wanna talk, let's talk then.." he says as I pull the receipt to me.

"Scott, I'm working.." I say not even bothering to look at the tip box or anything not wanting to know if he did more stupid shit.

"Are you really, I'm the only person here right now, and unlike the first time I came in here, I will not be a pussy and I will face to face talk to you. You looked pretty deep in thought when I walked in here." He declares making me look over at him.

"Fine," I say sitting back down in front of him watching him put a sickening amount of sugar in his coffee really not knowing what to do. I am a horribly awkward person and me being awkward just made me seem like a bitch.

I slowly shut my computer and looked into his green eyes. He smiled lightly "So you work in a coffee shop, what's your favorite coffee?" He asks

"Peppermint, Why?" I ask him making his smile grow bigger his soft features creasing.

"Because you wanted to talk in person, I am taking that as the opportunity to get to know you." He says his shit eating smile turning into more of a smirk.

"Huh.. well I'm assuming you want to know why it's peppermint, and in that case; I like it because it reminds me of winter and my home, which is Chicago, winters here suck and I'm just kinda missing home right now," I reply biting my lower lip after.

"Wow, you're pretty sassy.." Scott's smooth voice says making me shrug.

"I just find it weird that you meet a girl once and you just flirt up a storm like this, kind of fuckboyish in my mind.."

He nods "fair enough, I don't think it's very fuckboyish if you're the only girl I'm trying to talk to."

"Damn, but I don't know that now do I.. You're just a dude who comes into a coffee shop with two regulars and starts flirting with the barista but okay." I wanted to punch myself in the mouth for the way I was talking, I actually found this guy attractive and I literally do not know what couls happen.

But my mind results to the past, to the stupid shit that has happened in my past. I really wanted to try to get to know Scott but I just couldn't bring myself to open up to him not just after one slightly dry text conversation and a question about coffee.