How long has it been? Over a year. I never got to see "Josh" again, but he was always on my mind. I feel cheap just thinking about him. Knowing that these feelings for him are getting stronger and stronger...... and we've barely even spoken.
I feel so attached and vulnerable. I should get over him.
I hear my alarm, its time for me to get out of bed and start my shift.
I hop in the shower, get dressed and brush my teeth. I hear my phone ring.... Checking and hoping its Josh. "Don't be so stupid Nicole, you only really talked once". I tell myself. But I can't help it, I remember every little thing. I remember which way his hair parted, I remember the way he smells, the way he rubs his feet together when he's thinking..... Ugh. I hate myself!
I snap out of my thought when I see my phone, "You're late for work, hurry up!" My manager texts.
"Shit" I mutter under my breath, I say goodbye to my family and head to Starbucks. I work here every year , and I hate it. I only came back this year hoping that Josh would still need that help.
I'm here, I park my car and turn off the engine.
"Good morning, Nicole" A wave of voices say. "Good morning"
I hope this day is a good day.
"One Pumpkin Spice Latte coming right up." I shout while I fix up..... Caroline's drink.
A pump of this, a pump of that, a tablespoon of this, a cup of that....... When I'm finally done with her order, I attach a straw and send it.
I turn to the next customer and holy shit.
"It is a great day" and I smile to myself.
