Coffee Shop Crush
2/100 : I was at my usual table in the back corner. A place where no one paid attention to me, but I had a front row seat to the comings and goings. I check my phone for the time. Ten minutes Mr. Black, no cream, no sugar. My heart gives a little flutter at the thought of him.
I go back to reading my book, but my eyes keep going back to the phone. Tracking the minutes as they pass.
Some would probably label me a stalker. Am I??? We’ve never spoken. I’ve never even moved from the table to get closer to him when he comes in. I’ve never even seen him glance in my direction.
The bell over the dings. There he is. I shift my book a little higher and peak over the top. Hey i don’t want to blatantly stare at him. This is more of a covert obsession shall we say.
He’s at the counter getting his coffee. The barista smiles and bats her eyes at him. Bitch. he smiles, pays, takes his coffee.
He turns to leave. He glances in my direction as he lowers his sunglasses back into place. Just as they are about to conceal his eyes he winks.
With a gasp I hide behind my book. Waiting a few seconds, I lower it back down slightly. Watch him walk way. Dam he has a nice ass. The door closes behind him.
Dam did that just happen. Maybe my secret obsession isn’t such a secret!
