Jane~
Mortal life is so cruel. The dreadful practice of leaving the comfort of my bed to get ready for work. It's at least somewhat enjoyable when you get to witness Bobbi's daily fight with the coffee machine that has not kicked the bucket yet, and you get used to the taste of stale coffee. Nothing was more enlightening than Faith's shower performances, the girl really thinks she's headlining Rolling Loud.
Scene setting
Stacey's coffee shop, Brooklyn | 8:30 PM
If it were up to me, I'd spend my life writing Gothic literature, on a satin couch that has moulded to the shape of my curvaceous body, the smell of scented candles fumigating the air, and a loyal black cat named Moonlight who'll scare the mailman with a single glance or hiss straight from his soul. But I am resigned to serve coffee to indie folks, passive-aggressive mom's and the horrible Attempts of flirting from male customers with a Goth infatuation. The poor souls could never handle a mistress of darkness.
"Hhh-ah." I let out a tired sigh, eyes aimlessly roaming the shop for any upcoming customers. "Maybe college would've been a better choice. " She grinned, "Pfft–not even."
Her inner woes were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, stepping in was the last person she expected. "Bo." She muttered softly. Her eyes roamed his form as he was wearing an unbuttoned flannel over a white tee that clung to his chest, tailored jeans that gave space for his Birkenstocks to shine.'How does he make scrunched socks look so cool?' I thought to myself. As he got closer to the till, my usual indifferent mood was invaded by my quickening heartbeat. "Gods–why does this man, do this to me?" I blurted out.
Standing in front of the till, his frame shadowed her entirely like a parent reprimanding their naughty child. Jane felt a mixture of nerves, embarrassment, and arousal. The type of emotions a cheap wine bottle and a movie night with Bobbi could stimulate out of her.
"Black, light roast, please. "He ordered, not even acknowledging their familiarity.
Jane stood there still processing his words, blinking constantly. "Coming right up." She managed to say. Jane shuffled her way to the coffee machine, replying to the interaction like a part of a movie that ruined the whole plot. After whipping his order, she handed it over to him, and the touch of their fingertips sent a shock across her nerves. Her breath hitched at the aftermath, searching his eyes for confirmation of whether he felt it too. He's brown eyes are locked onto her black pupils. "What time do you get off?"
"In 3 hours."
"Cool." He said, reaching into his pocket, he took out his phone, handing it to her.
"Oh–wow. This is a bold move, Bo." She teased.
He rolled his eyes, not falling for the bait." I guess it is. You don't seem to hate the move."
"What makes you sure I won't put in a fake number?" She smirked through every work.
"I guess I'll find out in 3 hours." He stated.
The air between them thickened with weight, the sound of customers died out as their exchange consumed their attention. Bo was the first to break the moment as he turned his vision to his watch, checking the time."I gotta go." He added as he reached for his coffee and made his way to the exit.
"Bye, Jane. "
"Bye...Bo." She whispered.