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There’s always a girl. Or a boy. Or a person. There’s always someone. Someone that walks into your life without your consent and turns everything upside-fucking-down. If you’re lucky maybe their world gets flipped too, and you get to be upside-down together. If you’re unlucky, you’re hanging by yourself while this blond haired, blue eyed girl unknowingly destroys you.
The first time she walks into your work place she’s alone. You see her right away and just like that you’re done. You feel this pull and you have to get to know her. Actually, you have to take her order. But it’s a start.
Oh right, I work at a coffee shop. Because as a college student of course I work at a coffee shop. It calls for really early mornings but it could be worse.
She walks up to the counter, and I swear I’ve never seen someone so full of energy, while looking so tired. She’s yet to look at me, and I’m suddenly self-conscious, and let me tell you I am not a self-conscious individual.
She finally looks up and our eyes lock. If this were some cheesy rom-com, the music would swell, birds would sing, and a rainbow would appear from nowhere lighting up the shop.
“Hi, what can I get for you today?” I ask her. I’m faintly aware of the fact that I’m smiling a little too brightly. She smiles back though, so I take it as a good sign.
“Uh god I don’t even know. Have you ever felt totally wired, but at the same time you feel like death? I’m not sure at this point if caffeine is going to help me or kill me.”
How adorable is this girl?
“Well, it seems like you’ll be running a risk either way…but at least if the caffeine does kill you, it’s death by coffee, and I think that’s kind of a beautiful way to go out.” I reply. Which is fairly impressive because it seems I’ve managed to keep all my mental faculties in her presence.
And then she laughs. I feel myself sinking further and I don’t even know her name.
“You make an excellent point there…” She looks down at my name tag, “Lexa.” And she smiles again.
I shrug.
“I just see no point in living without coffee.”
“Alright, death by coffee it is! Make it a large…whatever. I don’t really care. Just throw a couple espresso shots in there please.”
“As you wish.”
I punch in the order.
“Two-fifteen is your total.” Okay, so I only charged her for a small. And just one espresso shot. Shut up.
She eyes me, obviously confused about her total but she doesn’t say anything about it. Which is good. I think.
She hands the money over and our fingers briefly touch. There’s a spark and I have to keep myself from jerking my hand away. Which is also so cheesy, but my heart is pounding and thank god for my tanned completion because it makes the blush I’m sure is there a little less noticeable.
I shake my head a little and reach for a large cup, pulling a sharpie from my apron as well.
“Name please?” I look at her, masking the excitement I feel at getting to learn her name. And oh my god, I am pathetic.
“Clarke.”
“Clarke.” I smile and scribble the name onto the cup.
“Your order will be ready in just a couple minutes okay?” I’m still smiling. I can’t stop smiling.
“Awesome. Thank you, Lexa.” She smiles at me again and steps off to the side to wait for her drink while the next costumer steps forward.
I continue to glace in her direction as I help the few people that were behind her. When her name is called I watch as she retrieves her coffee. I see her smile again as she reads her name and the “DBC” (death by coffee) I wrote next to it.
She walks towards the door, but before she leaves, she waves, and my stomach flips. And then she’s gone.
And I am so screwed.