Love Story for everyone.

Caffinated Confessions.

"Heather when you're done there can you get table 10?" Treenie called from her place at the register.

Heather glanced briefly at her boss then finished placing the last muffin in the box of a dozen, she quickly grabbed a marker and scribbled a 12 on the lid before handing it to the woman waiting.

Her white tennis shoes squeaked on the tile floor as she grabbed her notepad and a pen, heading towards the table nearest the windows. She rounded her boss and owner of Treenies Treats and looked up at the customer.

He was hunched over his school book, his white-blonde hair falling forward over his forehead, Drake.

She immediately turned on her heel hurrying back behind the counter.

"I can't," she said quickly.

"Can't what?" Treenie asked smiling at an older woman as she handed out her change.

"Table ten," she glanced over her shoulder at him again nervously shifting from one foot to the other.

"Yeah?"

"It's Drake Mannon, please I can't take his order."

"Exboyfriend?"

"No."

"Crush?"

"No," she said again pushing a few wispy strands of black hair off her face.

"What then?" Treenie asked, turning to give Heather her full attention.

"He has harassed and bullied me for years. If he sees me working here, taking his order it will only get worse."

"You're working hard to save up for college it's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I know but..."

"Heather, I'm too busy for this right now just go get the order. Please?"

She gave a small nod as Treenie turned her attention to a customer. Taking a long deep breath she turned and slowly walked to the table. She stopped to his right, glancing at his school books and notepads taking up the table, he had rolled up the sleeves on his green sweater revealing a tattoo on his inner forearm.

"Welcome to Treenies, can I take your order?" She asked quickly hoping to sound cheerful.

He paused in his writing slowly lifting his head and turning towards her, his green eyes meeting hers.
She waited for a smart remark, a cold taunting joke, something hurtful to make her feel less than human.
He took in her appearance from her white tennis shoes, light blue skinny Jean's, black shirt and red apron, her black hair in a loose messy bun, and her black-framed glasses sliding down her nose because they were a touch too big.

"Uh, just....a coffee, please."

"Cream or sugar?" She offered.

"Black is fine," he replied turning back to his books.

She backed up then hurried to fulfill his order, it was odd seeing him alone without his girlfriend or hoards of brainwashed idiots who found his cruel jokes funny.

She got his coffee then hurried to get it to his table, as she approached she couldn't help the nerves creeping up waiting for him to start his snide remarks about her family's lack of wealth.
Her hands were shaking as she carefully set the cup on the edge of the table sliding it towards him.
He didn't look up and reached for the small cup, his hand closing around hers and she froze.

He looked up then slowly, his dark green eyes so piercing and sharp.

"Can I get you anything else?" She asked not moving.