Sunday, December 20, 2009

Day 44 (12/19/09): Barista 2: Electric Boogaloo

I have a few regular coffee shops I go to on certain occasions. There is the one that turns a blind eye to my dropping the contents of a flask into my coffee. There is the coffee shop I go to on dates. There is the coffee shop I go to when I want cheap, but not necessarily good, coffee. And there is the coffee shop I go to when I work on this.  And there in lies the liar of Cole.

Cole & I’s relationship lives and dies on the banter we share while I ask for refills, or God forbid, a scone.  When she sees me on the line she simply asks, “The usual?” To which I nod. Once I get the coffee, our relationship is usually done for the time being, aside from a look and smile from time to time while I type.

The other day  we were the only people there, and she finally came over and asked me what I was writing. I quickly come up with a a half-cocked story about working on a blog for a freelance writing gig. And this quelled any discussion on the manner. But we did get to start talking. She introduced herself, and I told her I was aware of her name from overhearing it on more than several occurrences.  I gave her my name, and after a good twenty minutes of talking I asked if she wanted to hang out sometime.

As luck would have it, the next day she was free, and we were both aware of the impending snow storm. So we made plans to hang out stay warm with Coffee (free coffee that she was going to steal from work), Movies, and each other. We watched It’s A Wonderful Life, because I was shocked and my soul hurt at the fact that she had never actually watched it.

But then again, after about an hour she wasn’t really watching it either. And we definitely found a way to entertain us well the snow came down. I will say this, we didn’t have sex. We did however have lots of good almost clean adult fun.  After it was over I unpaused the movie and she was asleep within another twenty minutes, and not even witnessing an angel getting his wings.  One perk of a barista is that if she wakes up first (Which she’s used to getting up for the early morning coffee crowd), you get fresh coffee all prepared for you.

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