Lexie sat by the window in second period staring blankly at her notes. The header read "The Revolutionary war" but underneath it was a bunch of crooked likes that might have been lyrics. Or sword doodles,hard to say.
The teacher's voice was a low hum in the background,like distant elevator music. Something about tea and taxes
But all Lexie could think about was that stupid croissant.
Why would someone leave her food?.
Likee,unlabelled food.
In a paper bag.
With a smiley face sticky note.
That was weird right? But also kinda nice?
She chewed the end of her pen
"It's not that deep".
She muttered under her breath.
But it was.
Her brain flicked through the entire customer list from the other day.
Old lady with mints- doubtful college guy who never tips-hard no.
Blonde girl with the glitter case?
And then...there was him.
That one guy with the dark coat who ordered tea. He never talked much,just nodded.
But yesterday, she remembered-he paused. Looked at her a second longer. Eyes a little too knowing.
Lexie blinked.
"Nope. Too much wattpad"
She whispered ,shaking her head and sneaked a glance across the room.
Dave was leaned back in his chair,doodling fire-breathing dinosaurs in his notebook.
She watched him for a beat. Her phone buzzed.
Dave: you still think I left you the pastry?.
She didn't answer right away. Just stared at the message,re -reading it like it might suddenly confess the truth.
She typed-
Lexie:kinda hope you did. Would make my life less weird right now.
Three dots. Typing...
And it stopped.
Her stomach twisted.
But before she could over think it to death,the bell rang.