The Brunette

Starbucks

Chapter 7(Isabella's pov): While looking around the store, I notice a 'help wanted' sign by the counter. Niall orders first, I wasn't really listening, I was thinking about asking for the job.

When Niall finished ordering, he left to find is a table. It was my turn to order. "I'd like a short skinny mocha, morning bun, and a job application." I say with a smile. "Say that last one again." She asks, confused. She had a British accent. "Job application," I repeat. O"You need help, right?" I gesture to the 'help wanted' sign. "Oh, of course" she says taking some papers out from under the counter. "Thanks." I say with a smile.

I head to where Niall was sitting near the window. "Hi." I grin while sitting down across from him. "Hey." He smiles at me, while playing with his dog tag. I cross my legs while trying to think of something to say. I take a pen out of my purse and write my name on the application form. "You want to work here?" He asks, sounding interested. "Yeah, I need a job somewhere. Plus, I like Starbucks." I fill out some more questions while he watched me. He seems bored. "So Niall, why are you in London?" I ask him. They called our names. "Just a second." He smiles gets up to get our drinks.

When he came back with our food, he looked really happy. Before I could wonder more, he gives me my coffee and morning bun. On my cup, my name was written in a slightly sloppy cursive handwriting with a heart at the end of the last a in Isabella. Niall showed me his cup which had a heart looped around the N in his name.

"The girl that took our order said we're a cute couple." He stares at me intently, his eyes more serious than I had ever seen them with only a hint of a smile on his lips. He looked expectant, waiting for me to say something. "Haha," I tried a small fake laugh, "that's funny." I smiled at him, then looked down at my job application.

There was only one question left: Address? I couldn't answer that yet because I didn't have an apartment yet. I'd have to go apartment hunting later. I look up. Niall was busy eating one of his two breakfast sandwiches. His face was unreadable. I wanted to get to know him. He seems like a really nice person.