The Barista's Girl

Chapter 34 - Facts and Logics are too overated.

Jazz's POV -

"We used to hide under the covers,
Serenade each other,
With careless melodies,
Something buried deep inside us,
The major and the minor,
We're like piano keys.

You played for me,
You played for me, Oh-oh-OWW!"

Pretty sure that's not the word in Alan Walker's song.

Shut up!!

I screamed at myself, before collecting myself and looking around for the cause of my downfall-

And people say I am dramatic.

Cause you are!!

"I am sorry. My dog suddenly leaped here and I lost balance-- Cocoa?"

I turn around towards the person, who had collided with me causing me to fall along with my ear plugs. Blinded momentarily by the sunlight as I was still on the ground while the person, who I am thinking is Xander, stood in front of me with an extended hand.

Before I could take hold of his hand, I am attacked by a white brown ball of fur.

"Ore--o....stop..." I manage to speak in between the wetty licks of my favorite friend as he continues to lick me which by the way is so ticklish!

Xander finally manages to pull away an excited Oreo away from me.

I blame it on you for always eating Oreo and drinking coffee, for Oreo to smell us so quickly.

Or he could do so because he's a dog?

But that's like so obvious and so not fun to guess.

Clearly facts and logics are too overated.

Now you are talking.

"Cocoa!!" Xander's sudden shout breaks me away from my deranged inner voice's conversation.

"Huh?" I look up to see a worried Xander hovering over me with Oreo sprawled next to me.

"I asked you if you are alright? But you weren't responding and I started to think I might have knocked you out a bit too hard," he answers while gently lifting me up by supporting my elbows.

"Oh, I-Yeah, I am alright. I was just lost in my thoughts, but I am okay. No need to worry about that," I mumble, suddenly embarrassed for my talks with my inner self.

"And you," I say, turning to Oreo, "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is if you run like this? Someone or worse you could get hurt," I reprimand Oreo as he whines, looking sad.

Sighing, I crouch down in front of my four legged friend and gently ruffle his fur, in my defense how can you stay mad at those cute puppy brown eyes!

"Just don't do it again, Oreo."

"Yeah, about that, I apologise too. Oreo's my responsibility and I should have held him tighter or perhaps letting him off the leash is not the best idea. But, he never behaves like this. Only with you, it seems he forgets he's my friend first."

"Are you jelaous, Xandy?" I ask, unable to contain my laugh.

"Hey, you used that name," he accuses me as if I called him a green capsicum.

Green Capsicum?

They are some little vicious ingredient that hangs in the air supported by a green eyes monster.

You mean they are vegetables, frequently used in cooking. They hang from the stem of their plant, ready to be plucked?

Ignoring my inner voice's rude interpretation, I focus back on Xander.