I shouldn't have worked till afternoon today. But Crissy called and said she couldn't come today so I had to replace her and take double shift. Clearly not the best decision I've made. Now here I am. Standing with my barista uniform, waiting for the doorbell over the giant door to ring.
Today was definitely not the best day I've ever had. I was on my second semester and had been very busy lately. So I had to take my journal everyday to catch up with classes. I swear I was on some notes about how human's brains work when the guy with the gray suit walked in. I quickly put my journal on the table next to me, just to make sure I look professional and focused. "Welcome to Coffee 101!"
He comes here everyday, the guy with the gray suit. Everytime my shift ends. He always brings his laptop on his left hand and journal that looks exactly the same as mine on the other. Everyday, the same habits. First, he's going to put his journal on the table. Then, he orders. Cafe Macchiato. Small. No whipped cream.
"Cafe Macchiato, small, no whipped cream, please. The name's Rick,"
"Okay, That'll be $5. Thanks and enjoy your coffee,"
He took his drink and then his journal. After a few minutes of sitting down alone and staring at the windows, he walked out of the coffee shop. That's the time when I realize something. The journal in his hand. The initial is C.E. That journal is mine!
"Barry, would you please cover me up!". Without waiting for his answer, I took his journal and ran as quickly as I could, trying to find that 'gray suit guy'. 'I'm done. Totally done,' I thought. I couldn't keep up my pace to find the guy and he's nowhere around to be seen. I rested my hands on my knees and panting, trying to catch a breath, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
The guy with the gray suit.
"Hi,..." he smiled, kind of awkwardly. "Candace?"
"Yea..Yeah,". Great. I couldn't even get one freakin' word right out of my mouth.
"Uhm..., yeah, so,... I think this belongs to you," He offered me my journal.
"Oh, yeah. Yeah. And this yours,". We switched our journal and just stood there, doing nothing. The sweet torture of awkward, long pause. After a few seconds that feels more like hours, we both laughed.
"Hi," he offered his hand.
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