The wind hit with a force as I stepped out of the car, grabbing the collar of my jacket I try to pull it closer to me. I don’t know why I insisted on wearing the thinest jacket I own. I mean I knew it was cold out. Cold and windy.
I could hear my mothers voice going off in my head,”You should be wearing a parka in this weather. What would you do if you suddenly broke down on the side of the road and all you had was that thin little jacket. What are you wearing on your feet? It’s winter you should have on proper boots, not heels.”
I close the car door and run (well more like walk briskly, it’s hard to run in heels) towards the coffee shop. By the time I get there, I’m half frozen and wishing that I would have listen to my mom and worn the big bulky, makes me look like a marshmellow, parka.
As I enter the shop I do a customary glance around. The place isn’t very full, a couple in the corner giggling over their hot chocolate, two women each sipping their “healthy” green teas while eating calorie laden carrot cake, a hot young man smiling in the corner, and another couple. . . Whoa wait a minute! I turn my head back a degree or two, there sitting in the corner is most gorgous thing I’ve seen all day, week, year. Beautiful chocolate skin, surprisingly deep blue eyes, tosseled hair. He had that ”I may be an intellect or I could be just the life of the party” look going on.
He looks up, I’m starring. I offer a sheepish smile, turn a millon shades of red, and hurry towards the barista. I place my order without really thinking, grande maple macchiatto, pay and then walk over to the stand and wait.
Slowly I turn and glance in his direction, he’s looking at me, we both look away immediatly. ”How embarrasing” I think “caught twice in less then 2 minutes”
Casually I glance at the window to do a little self evaluation (don’t laugh, you all do it). Let’s see, heels that make my legs look great? Check! Mid length flirty pink jacket? Check! Blue knit scarf in place? Check! Lovey wind blown hair? Well 3 out of 4 isn’t bad.
I can’t decide wether to look again or not. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to look again, but being caught starring three times might push me out of “hot lady getting coffee” catagory to “creepy frozen chick” catagory.
My drink arrives just as I’m about to “survey the shop” again. I take it, say thanks to the barista, walk over to the condiment area and doctor it up a bit. As I’m about to walk out the door, I causually glance back. Yup, he’s still there, still gorgous and looking at me again. We smile, I might have blushed again (I hate that I blush so easily), and then I exit.
With a light spring in my step I make my way back to my car, suddenly extremely thankful I choose the pink jacket instead of the parka. I mean now that I think of it, it wasn’t even that cold. Almost like spring actually.
I love little moments like that. Every time I walk into that coffee shop I always stop and look around. I know it’s wishful thinking, but won’t it be great if he was there. Next time I’ll definatly get up the courage to go say hi.
Well, maybe.
