Inhale

Onze

"Hello, what can I get you?" I ask the girl in about her early twenties, with a smile.

She instantly replies, "Mocha."

                                                              I call back to Logan the order and two minutes later, I am swapping the coffee for a receipt and five dollars.

                          Although it is Logan's break time, he chooses to take Alex's shifts so that she can study for her upcoming exam.

When I look her way, she has her glasses on and is running her hands through her hair while huffing in front of three large text books.

                       "Are we still going to have our movie night or are you ditching me for that Jordan guy?" Logan asks.

                                                           "Sorry me and Jordan have plans." I say with a straight face.

                            Logan face drops, but he covers it up with a fake smile.

                                                             "Oh, um, okay. I'll just go out with Jake or something." he replies.

                                                I start laughing at him and say, "I'm just kidding, Logan."

 

"Well that was mean." he says with a pout.

I walk towards him with open arms, but he turns away.

                                 "Aw, don't be like that Wyatt."

                   He turns around and says, "Don't call me that," rather loudly, earning us a few confused looks.

                                           "Okay. Okay." I say with surrendering hands.

                                                     "Can I get a hug at least?" I ask.

                                        He huffs, but a small smile still plays on his lips before he walks towards me and hugs me.

                                                      "Aww, Wyatt hugged me." I say.

                                        I feel him pause on wrapping him arms around me. 

                                                                  When I look up, he has a mischievous look in his eyes and in a split second, it changes to shocked, before I can ask what's wrong, he pushes me away lightly and yells, "No, Mya! I do not want to go over your house and 'check out your stamp collection'. I thought you were different from other girls, but all you want to do is get in my pants!" and with that he walks away.

                                                                          I slowly turn around slowly and see looks of disgust on older couples faces and younger people trying to hold down their laughter.