nerdgirl93
While walking to the canteen I saw him, standing there, looking over. He had the strangest grin on his face. Almost as if he and my subconscious had a secret to share. I felt myself blush but at the same time I returned the smile to him, sharing with him a secret of my very own.
"Dang it@ I hate booths!" She practically shouted
"Mom just sit down." I basically hissed. My mother was the one who always had to make a scene. She curtly nodded her head.
"fine. I don't even know why we came here. I don't understand why you like this p;ace so much."
I only pretended to respond as I kept my eyes out, searching for him. He always worked on Thursday night, and no, I do not stalk him. But my friends all come to the little cafe on the corner on Thursday nights to study or just hang out. We would get seated, most likely in his section, and he'd take our order. Then later he'd come back to make small talk until he was called to do things and what not. I sighed just thinking about him. I looked over at my mother who already was observing the table top, clearly ready to complain about the first speck of dust that she saw. Then, I saw him. Out of the corner of my eye, making his way towards us. I said a silent prayer that my mom didn't screw this up for me, that she didn't embarrass me or anything.
"Hi, welcome to Cafe de Cafe. Is there anything you would like?" He said, putting on his bright smile, looking at Mom. She nodded and answered.
"Yes, I'll just have a caramel latte." He scribbled on his notepad and turned to me. His eyes met mine.
"And a small frappe for you."
*sigh* he already knew my order.