What happens when you run into a complete stranger at your favorite coffee shop? Will you be friends, or will the person hate you? Read DANGEROUSLY to find out.
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I sipped my coffee. It was really hot, but the feel of the hot liquid making its trek down my throat and to my stomach felt amazing.
I turned to Charlie. "Well Charlie, what coffee do you want?"
He looked at the menu on the wall for a minute. He turned to me and said "I don't know, this is my first time here." My eyes widened, realizing I had probably ruined his first impression of Hot Shots. "What do you have?" he asked, tearing me from my guilty thoughts.
"I have an extra hot August Rush. It is coffee with caramel creamer and extra caramel shots. It's really good." I replied, taking a sup of my delicious drink (A/N a sup is in between a sip and a gulp).
He thought about his choices. "I'll have what she has." Jennifer nodded and asked what size. "Large, please."
After I paid, we went to sit down in the window seat booth. It felt strange to have someone with me, usually I just sit and watch traffic go by.
After sitting in silence for a minute, I turned my attention to him. "So what do you do for a living?" He looked like he was debating on telling the truth. "Truth please. I hate liars."
He met my eyes and said "I sing. And play the piano." Mmmm, he's an artist then. I opened my mouth to ask another question, but he beat me to it.
"And what do you do? No, let me guess." I laughed. He seemed like a really funny person; I really want to get to know him better. "Are you a.... cop?" I shook my head no, trying to hold back a smile. " No? Hmmm, maybe a.... hairdresser?" The smile I was previously trying to hide is slowly peeking out as I again shook my head. "No? Man, I'm really bad at this. Are you a pianist? You have the signature long fingers." I looked at my fingers, my eyebrows knitting together. "With that face, no. I give up. Do tell me your profession," he said with a mock propriety.
The smile was unrestrained now and it seemed to make him smile even bigger knowing that he had made me smile. "Well, I'm working at Northwood High School (actual high school in LA) as their primary biology teacher."
He looked at me in awe. "Seriously??" he asked. "I never would have known. How long did you go to school?"
I blushed. "Well, I graduated at seventeen with honors and a full ride scholarship to Stanford University in Biology. I took the year after I graduated off before I went to Stanford for four years. I have worked at Northwood High for almost two years now, and I plan on going back to college for more schooling as soon as I have the money."
He looked shocked. Most people are, when they realize how young I am. "That would make you..." he counted on his fingers. "that would make you 24."
I nodded shyly. "I just turned 25 in March." I hope he doesn't think I'm a freak. That's what most people think because I graduated early and because I'm so young.
"Oh, okay. So when's your birthday?" He asked, looking eager. I debated telling him, I mean I literally just ran into him today.
"March 19th." I slowly replied. "And yours?"
"December 2nd. I'm twenty six." Oooooh, he's my age, I thought. I haven't really dated since high school. With my parents making me skip grades and trying to do well in classes, I didn't have much time for extracurricular activities. I didn't really even have friends. My best friend since kindergarten has always stuck with me, through the thick and thin. She shares an apartment with me, but she wasn't there this morning when I left.
"OHMYGOD!" I gasped, suddenly remembering my best friend wanted me to meet her new boyfriend for lunch at Chipotle at 2.
I looked at the clock on my phone just as Charlie asked "What? Are you okay? Do you need something?" It was really sweet that he was concerned, but I didn't mean to scare him.
"No, no, I'm okay, I just realized that my best friend wanted me to meet her boyfriend at two." I replied. His tightened muscles visibly relaxed.
He checked his phone and, seeing that it was one, told me "You should go. Traffic is going to be terrible, and you might want to change out of your coffee clothes," he said laughing.
I laughed along with him as I started to get up. "Thanks for understanding, Charlie." I grabbed a piece of paper from my wallet, tore it in half, and wrote my number on it. I gave both pieces to Charlie so he could have my number and so he could give me his. He copied his number on the paper and handed to me. I slipped in my wallet as I walked away. I grabbed the handle of the door, ready to pull out my keys, but I hesitated. I took a deep breath and turned around. I looked at Charlie and did a little shy wave. He smiled and waved back. Feeling satisfied, I tuned to leave. I pushed on the door, but instead of it easily giving way, it stayed put, so naturally I crash right into the glass door. My cheeks immediately flushed red as I heard stifled laughing coming from behind me. I quickly realized that it was a pull door, not a push, and stepped outside the coffee shop. As I walked to my car, I looked through the glass windows that separated Charlie and me. As soon as we saw each others faces we started laughing. I was still laughing when I stepped into my crappy car and drove away to Chipotle.
A/N: Hey guys. Sorry if this is a crappy chapter, I tried to make it funny and have the character (me) do something that I would naturally do. Please Vote and comment if you want to see more, this means a lot to me!! Also, comment or PM me if there is a specific song of Charlies' you want me to put up!!
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