Jake
As I walk into the cafe my lovey is working at , it feels embarrassing trying to open the door in a way it does touch my arm's cast, fuck Kyle and his antiques. I don't let him ruin my day though because there she stands behind the register, she notices me in the crowd and our eyes lock, it's cute how she thinks huffing and puffing would get me to believe she doesn't look forwards to my visits, even when it's my turn in line , instead of the smile she offered every clients I'm getting the cold shoulder and fuck me if it's not hot.
" Are you gonna order or just disturbing my line?"
" Oh, so you do see me? The way you kept avoiding my eyes I thought I was invisible.. where's my smile though?"
Her cheeks flushed in this rosy hue I now know she pissed but my girl ever the polite darling she is.
" There's your smile, now your order?"
She stammers as if the quick lift of one side of upper lip counts as a smile, she's adorable
" You're favorite drink with love"
I finally give her my regular order, regular ever since we cleared the air about who am attracted to from the staff_ Her_ she made me a drink in an apology _ one that was forced probably by her boss who heard everything that day_ saying it's her favorite while letting me down easy.... As if I will give up so easily on my dream girl. Not a fucking chance in hell.
She taps the screen in front of her while not so sneakily throwing glances at my broken arm...aww she cares, after I pay I take my usual spot that has a perfect view of her work station admiring her beauty and little reaction to everything around her, she never fails to fascinate me