Morning Joe
I tapped my foot impatiently as I stood in line.
It was shaping up to be a bad morning. My carpool would be coming any minute now, and I still hadn’t gotten my coffee.
I sighed and looked at the time. 10 past 8. I was definitely going to be late for the Monday morning meeting, but I’ll be damned before showing up to work without my morning dark mocha.
I sighed and glared at the people ahead of me, warm-bodied barriers to my daily cup of Joe. That’s when I noticed her at the counter, shyly smiling at the barista.
Her short damp locks seemed all over the place, but she had a kind of calm hurry about her. I watched as she took the card the barista handed her and gave them another.
She was blushing, but she had a jovial manner; she seemed like the type who would laugh at almost anything. She was beautiful, and I would have loved nothing more than to bask in her bright light all day long.
An annoyed, gruff voice stirred me from my thoughts. “Hey, you’re up next. Hurry up, will you?”
I smirked at the guy, but went ahead to order my drink. After paying for it, I looked around, searching for her, but couldn’t find her anywhere. With a sigh, I moved to the hand off plate to wait for my mocha.
At that moment, I got the notification that my ride was in the area. Thankfully, my drink was ready by that time, so I grabbed it and made my way to the car.
It was parked right in front of the coffee shop, thank god. I got in and smirked as the person I was sharing my ride with scooted over to give me space. Ah well, no alone time for me before the meeting, I supposed.
The driver turned to the backseat. In a friendly tone, he asked, “Are you ready to go?”
I was about to scowl a yes when a singsong voice answered for us. “Yes, let’s go!”
I turned at the familiar voice and saw her short damp locks dance around her head. She smiled at me.
Maybe it wasn’t going to be a bad morning after all.
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Image source: deviantart.com/pascalcampion/art/Coffee-Shop-162045441
First written December 5, 2017.
In The Coffee Shop, #11
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