I look at the clock on the wall again, knowing I'll be late for work if I don't hurry.
But, I decided to stop at Starbucks, and now I'm stuck waiting for my drink.
I look at the clock for about the fourth time since I've sat down on this hard, wood chair.
"Fay!" they call. I sigh of relief. I stand up, and walk over to where my drink is. "Thank you," I say to the girl.
I turn around quickly, looking down, and I run into somebody, sending my drink all over my shirt.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" the person says. It's a boy. I look up, only to find a boy who's about 18. And extremely attractive.
"It's fine," I say. "Tell that to your shirt," he says. I look down. Sure enough, my shirt is stained.
"No big deal. It can be washed," I shrug. "Let me pay for dry cleaning or something," he offers.
"Really, it's no big deal," I smile. "But -" he says, but I put my hand up.
"I would love to stay and talk, but I have to get to work," I tell him. He smiles, taking off his jacket. "Use it to cover the stain," he says.
"No," I giggle. "Yes," he says, putting it in my hands.
I give in, putting on the warm hoodie.
"How will I give it back though?" I ask. "You can give it back tonight when I buy you another drink, which won't end up on your shirt," he smiles.
I raise my eyebrows and cross my arms. "Oh really?" I ask. He nods.
"Fine." I say. He smirks. "7 o'clock," he says. "I'll see you there," I say.
I begin to walk out, but realize I never got the boys name. I turn around. "Hey, what's your name?" I ask.
"Sam. And you are?" he asks. "Fay," I reply.
"Well, Fay, you better get to work," he says. I nod. "Yeah."
"I'll see you tonight," he says, smiling. He turns around, walking towards the counter.
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I hope this is alright, Fay :)
