The Good Wife (COMPLETE)

Seven

The bell over the door jingled. Brendan walked in and I smiled at him. I leaned my elbows on the counter.

"The usual? Or are you feeling bold today?" I asked, waggling my eyebrows at him.

"Hmm." He eyed the menu with a hand on his chin. "Alright, I'll try one of those frappucino things you drink. Give me the chocolate chip one."

"A wise choice," I said, nodding approvingly. I threw some ice in the blender and got to mixing it up with some milk, coffee and sugar. I added some chocolate chips and pushed the 'blend' button until there were no more chunks. I poured it into a cup and topped it off with some whipped cream and chocolate drizzle. I handed it off to Brendan and watched as he took a sip.

He smacked his lips a little and pondered for a moment. "It's great. Sweet, but awesome. You still get a little of that coffee kick."

"I told you!"

"You win. You were right and I was wrong."

I grinned, taking his money and handing him back some change. He took a seat at one of the high top tables by the window and pulled out his phone. I watched him for a moment and then began cleaning the blender and the counter where I had spilled a little. A few more customers came in and I hurried through their orders.

I took a sip of my own frappucino and headed out from behind the counter to restock the straw and sugar station. I went around to each table, clearing it off and giving it a good scrub and restocking the napkin dispensers.

I turned and grabbed a napkin from the table where Brendan sat. I bumped the stool beside him, startling him. He jumped and managed to spill his lidless semi-melted coffee across the table and down his pants.

"Shit," he said, standing quickly.

"Oh my gosh, here. Let me help you." I took the towel I had in my hand and tried to blot his pants dry. He took it from my hands and tried to scrub away the chocolate stain.

"Oh no. No, no, no. I have an interview today! This cannot be happening."

The dark brown chocolate stain stood out on the light khaki colored material like a sore thumb. No matter how much Brendan scrubbed, the stain did not magically disappear, much to his disappointment.

"Come on," I said, taking his hand. "Jerry?" I hollered to the back of the shop. He poked his head around the corner. "Mind if I take my lunch now?"

"Go ahead. I'll cover the shop while you're gone. Enjoy."

I grabbed my bag from under the counter and led Brendan down the steaming sidewalk. We headed into the Dollar General just a few blocks away.

I walked down the aisle, searching the shelves. "Ha!" I said, spotting what I needed. "Do you want Bahama Breeze or original?"

"What?"

"The scent. Bahama Breeze or original?" I said, showing him the different bottles of Tide detergent.

"Oh, original is fine."

"Okay," I said, placing Bahama Breeze back where it belonged.

I grabbed some fabric softener and dryer sheets. Heading towards the next isle, I got a bottle of foaming hand soap.

"The coffee shop out of soap?"

"No. Trust me, you'll see." I paid the cashier and led Brendan to the Laundromat next door. It wasn't crowded today and we headed to the smaller machines in the back.