The Coffee Shop Boy
Every morning he orders a small hot toasted coconut coffee. 10 pumps creamer. 15 pumps sugar. Even numbers always. He wears dreads , the color always reminded me of hazelnuts. They fall like vines that seemed to have wrapped around my heart to his shoulders some days , but others sat on the top of his head as if it was a crown he wore with pride. He wore a red shirt which reminded me of the red orchid tree in the front of the shop he always managed to go by. He stood 6’2 and wore glasses but still couldn’t see how i was falling for him. He carries a side bag , which hold a note pad , pen and book. He sits from 9 am to 10 am. Returns at 12 for his daily chocolate chip muffin . I smile at him everyday , he smiles back. A rush of butterflies run through my body faster than I rush to the counter to serve him every morning and afternoon. His brown skin glows so beautifully when the mornings are sunny. Everyday i wonder if he notices me , like i notice every detail about him.
Sincerely, The Coffee Shop Girl