Not Easy

"Sorry Lou, my turn first!" He said in that intoxicating thick accent. I can see from his profile that he is smirking, clearly he is teasing someone named Lou, which is not me. His eyes are focused on the menu above. I looked at the barista who is gaping at his flawlessness like she saw a unicorn and can't believe it. Unbelievable.

I don't get pissed easily, but when a person gets in my way with coffee, all hell breaks loose.

"First of, my name is not Lou. And second, you're cutting the the line and I can't allow that!" I said, keeping my cool but I'm almost furious. I crossed my arms infront of me to give a clear message that I am on the verge of being pissed.

It feels like the heaven above opened when he finally looked at me. His green eyes staring into mine.