The First Cup (1/2)
I'm always longing for someone's arms, arms that could give me warmth. I'm always longing for those hands, hands to hold mine and never let go. I'm always longing for those eyes, eyes I could stare at anytime. I'm always longing for those lips, lips that could tell me how much they'll love me. I'm always longing for that special someone, that someone who can make me look at the world a much better way. But where is he?
"SNAP OUT OF IT!" I suddenly felt a pang against the back of my head, "daydreaming again, aye? Do you even care about living anymore? Don't you need money to live?" My boss glared at me with angry eyes and a rolled up magazine in her hand.
"N-no ma'am! I wasn't daydreaming!"
"Do you want me to cut down on your pay again? Is that what you want?" I shook my head quickly and looked down in embarrassment. My boss sighed before walking away, shaking her head in disappointment. Ever since our new boss came, things got really strict and hard for us employees. I almost wanted to quit if it wasn't for her bipolar personality.
I've been working in this café for about 3 years now, I've got the hang of things here and all, what's wrong with thinking about my personal life? I know I'm not allowed to bring my personal problems and emotions to work. But why is it such a gloomy, depressing day today? Why was I thinking about that special someone again?
I sighed. Will that special someone ever appear? Does that special someone even exists? I sighed again. Looking at my shy, depressing self, I'll probably never get one. Who wants a person who's always depressed anyway?
I got back up to work again, getting the order from a customer that just came in.
"Just an iced coffee please," the man ordered. What a weird man, iced coffee in this cold weather?
"Sure. And is that all for today?
"Nope, could I also possibly borrow a pen and a piece of paper as well?"
"Uh… Sure," I handed him the pen and paper he requested. He payed for his drink and waited for it while I was making it. I took a peak at what he was doing with the pen and piece of paper, that almost caused me to overfill the cup of iced coffee.
I called for his order and turned out he was just done writing on the paper. The man looked up upon hearing his order being called and walked towards the counter with a smile on his face."Thank you. Oh, and here's your pen and paper. Thanks again!"
"Thank you, come a−" he walked out of the cafe before I could even finish my sentence. He's really a weird man. Realising I still had the pen and paper in my hands, I opened the paper that the man folded to find something quite shocking written on it.
010-********
Call me ^^ − DKS
That must be his phone number. I’m definitely not calling him. And who puts their initials when they give out phone numbers? He’s really a weird guy.
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I took off my shoes lazily and slumped my body onto my living room couch. Another tiring day from work, over! I fished my phone out from my pocket and a piece of paper fell out when I took it out. Isn’t this…? The paper from the weird guy! Oh my… why did I even keep it? I stood up too throw the paper away but something stopped me from doing so.Whatever. It won’t hurt just to say hi, at least it’s not talking face to face. But if he gets really weird, I’ll block his number right away. I texted him instead of calling him.
To DKS:
Iced coffee guy?
From DKS:
Aerin? Hmm… I remember writing down to ‘Call me’ though. Not ‘Text me’, haha.
To DKS: