Starbucks Lover: A missed connection.
It was raining bullets on the night of our first encounter. There I was, a restless, wandering soul caught up in the washing streets and avenues of our little city. But then there was Starbucks, conveniently located in a strip mall some ways away from my suburban home. Why I didn't stop at the several Starbucks on the way to your particular Starbucks, well, love itself may only know the answer.
My socks were soaked in the rain of a lonely night. Numb toes were forgotten in the abyss of my yearning mind. I pulled, with a frigid hand, the door and was rewarded with that cliche coffee exhaust known only to Starbucks. There you were: thin, tall, wearing an apron adorned with your pretty name: Abigail. I instantly knew you were an "Abbi".
I was the only patron. You played me off with an exhausted look. I marched right up to the till even though I had no idea what I wanted. I'm sure you thought it was cute. Running your hands through your mahogany locks, you asked me what I wanted; it was such a kind gesture. I hummed and hawed. You suggested the True North Blend. I scoffed. You held back a giggle.
I ordered a Triple Grande Americano, to which you replied, "A grande already comes with three shots, you don't have to say 'triple'." I laughed and laughed. You told me the total without asking my name. I corrected you. You asked me my name and I said "Christopher". After you wrote my name on the cup, I said "Walken. As in Christopher Walken." You looked bored as you prepared my drink so I did my very best impression.
As you moved to place my drink down on the counter, I swiftly intercepted and grabbed the cup mid-air. Our fingers brushed lightly before we held the most romantic eye contact. It seemed to last forever. You said nothing as you backed up and turned around. You were so shy and bashful. That's why you were special.
I sat as close to the counter as possible while I sipped my beverage. You sly thing, playing hard to get, asking me please to leave. You said the store was closed but I knew your heart was open to love. You drove me away. Standing outside in the pouring rain, the only thing between us was a sheet of glass. As the lights went out, I felt the light of my heart flicker. Never have I been so affected by raw emotion.
My socks were soaked in the rain of a lonely night. Numb toes were forgotten in the abyss of my yearning mind. I pulled, with a frigid hand, the door and was rewarded with that cliche coffee exhaust known only to Starbucks. There you were: thin, tall, wearing an apron adorned with your pretty name: Abigail. I instantly knew you were an "Abbi".
I was the only patron. You played me off with an exhausted look. I marched right up to the till even though I had no idea what I wanted. I'm sure you thought it was cute. Running your hands through your mahogany locks, you asked me what I wanted; it was such a kind gesture. I hummed and hawed. You suggested the True North Blend. I scoffed. You held back a giggle.
I ordered a Triple Grande Americano, to which you replied, "A grande already comes with three shots, you don't have to say 'triple'." I laughed and laughed. You told me the total without asking my name. I corrected you. You asked me my name and I said "Christopher". After you wrote my name on the cup, I said "Walken. As in Christopher Walken." You looked bored as you prepared my drink so I did my very best impression.
As you moved to place my drink down on the counter, I swiftly intercepted and grabbed the cup mid-air. Our fingers brushed lightly before we held the most romantic eye contact. It seemed to last forever. You said nothing as you backed up and turned around. You were so shy and bashful. That's why you were special.
I sat as close to the counter as possible while I sipped my beverage. You sly thing, playing hard to get, asking me please to leave. You said the store was closed but I knew your heart was open to love. You drove me away. Standing outside in the pouring rain, the only thing between us was a sheet of glass. As the lights went out, I felt the light of my heart flicker. Never have I been so affected by raw emotion.
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