When it Happened *(Completed) EDITING

CHAPTER 1

"Good morning, can I take your order? A pink-haired young lady behind the register asks, in a small quaint narrow coffee shop. 

They were best known for their premium teas and freshly brewed coffee and a variety of delicate delightful pastries.

I'd try to get here as early as possible, but just like everyone else's mind works, there would be a long line formed by 7:30, to try and beat that early morning rush. 

If you ask me, the pink-haired young lady has got too much thick black eyeliner for my taste, a nose ring I can't get passed, and the noticeable tattoos up and down her one arm.

"Yes, Good Morning, I would like..." I paused as I look up at the chalkboard menu above her. I should know by now my usual orders, but still have this dumb tendency to stare at it, as if I will order something different, and as usual, there is nothing here that catches my eye. 

I look back at her, "I'll take that cornbread." and then point to the one inside the glass counter next to her. "Can you please cut in the middle, toast it with butter. Thank you." I let her know how I liked my cornbread prepared. It's not that I'm picky, that's how I've wanted my cornbread, even as a child. 

She takes a dry wax paper sheet as she slides open the cabinet. I still have my finger pointed to the one I want, eyeing it. 

It looks extra crispy around the edges, Perfect. I said to myself. She glances at where my finger is located, focuses, and points directly at the one I had my finger pointed to. 

I nod "Yes" as she proceeds to grab and takes it out.  Great, let's get going! I looked up at her and smiled.

"Is there anything else, ma'am?" She said with a smirk, and I instantly flickered my eyes at her. Did she just call me out on my age? Am Is it that obvious? Seriously, did I piss her off in any way, shape, or form?

Can she really tell I'm in my 40's, is it that noticeable to already be called ma'am? I rolled my eyes. "And a large venti French Vanilla Latte," I added with a grin. I'll just ignore the ma'am part and keep it going.

"Anything else, Ma'am?" Is she fucking kidding me? She did it again. I think my face says it all. I should remind her how horrible her make-up looks. Ok, Alix relax breath, I said to myself.

I took a deep breath, "No, thank you." I vaguely said.

She replied, "That'll be $8.56..." so I reached down and pulled open my Louis Vuitton bag. Courtesy of my divorce settlement, of course, I could not and would not have taken any less, thank you!

I reached down and scrambled to find my wallet. It's so annoying when I can not find anything I need. Especially when I am in a rush. I know it is down there somewhere. 

It's like rolling around in a large gift bag with thousands of tissue paper in it.

"I'm sorry." I heavily sighed as I kept my eyes on the pink haired-counter girl who now seems distracted enough to careless what I am doing.

"It's ok, take your time." She slowly replies, not even looking at me, gazing over my shoulders at something more exciting than watching me search for my damn money. 

I grunt in annoyance, it's too early for this shit, I mumbled under my breath and what the hell is she looking at? 

I shifted and glanced over my shoulders and automatically felt this sensation of butterflies roll around my stomach. Oh My God!

My eyes flickered in astonishment at this beautiful young man, tall, dressed in a black fit T-shirt, his hair was neatly styled, and the most beautiful sexy blue eyes I have ever seen. God, this young man has to be in his early or late 20's. My cheeks must be turning beet red. Great Alix!