In The CIty (Part 2: That Girl)

Soundtrack: When Will I See Your Face Again - Jamie Scott and The Town

Brandon’s POV

I stomped off my dad’s office room madly. UGH! It’s just ONE TINY BIT of mess and what did I get? ONE DAY WORK AT STARBUCKS!!! URGH!!! Don’t get me wrong, I love Starbucks, and I’m not that bad at with the coffee machines like my brothers do, but WHY?! Please, I’m only drunk for one night, and it’s not I’m drunk at some cheap filthy bar in Brooklyn, right? I’m also not drunk for EVERY night, unlike that bitch Paris Hilton (Seriously, I went to a party, and surprise, surprise, she was there. She kept clinging to me, and drinks continuously. Gross. Such a waste of time.) Ugh, whatever.

I walked to the Starbucks near the building and met up with the manager. He looked like a total geek from those movies, with thick and nerdy glasses, rat-like face, and sweater made by his grandma. I swear to God, his grandma is already colorblind! The sweater is colored brown, green, and blue. Who would wear it unless you’re a complete idiot? Being the gentleman I am, the way my family raised me and my brothers, I listened to him, while inside I wanna pick him and throw him at the garbage can. Good times… good times. High school never dies. He gave me my uniform. I changed into it, and starts cleaning the counter.

While I was cleaning up the counter, I heard a customer came in. I pretend I didn’t hear whoever came in and continue cleaning the counter. Then I heard somebody clearing her throat. A girl. So I turned around and saw her. WOW was the only reaction I could made in my mind. She was wearing a simple black dress, and a pair of ankle boots. She also carries a BlackBerry in her hand, and a Chanel purse. Okay, I swear I’m not gay, but after a while, being in my world will make you notice stuffs like that. I could smell faintly in the air the sweet scent of Chanel No. 5. I absolutely love when a girl wear that perfume. It was my beloved mother’s favorite perfume, and wearing that scent always reminds me of her, and made the girl’s total look classier. She was a brunette, with long, wavy hair, and her eyes were so brown you can’t tell if it’s really brown or black. “Can I help you?” I broke out of my trance before I scare her. She must think I’m a freaking pedophile by the way I was staring at her. “Um, yeah, I would like a vanilla latte, low fat milk, skimmed, and please don’t throw away the foam. Every other Starbucks always throw them away, which I hate ‘cause I LOVE them.” I chuckled. Not every day a girl like her, with an almost perfectly toned body will ask for foam in Starbucks. Still, she did order low fat milk, right? “Sure. 1 latte coming up”, I replied to her, and without realizing I winked at her. Holy crap! I didn’t even know her name and I already flirted with her?! I won’t blame her if she doesn’t come to this coffee shop EVER again. Well, there goes my chance of knowing her.

I prepared her drink quickly; making sure it has every bit of her specifications. I wrote on a paper napkin my apologies for being such an ass and flirted with her when I don’t even know her, and told her that I would do whatever to make that up to her. I wrote my office address on it, and gave it to her along with the coffee. I don’t believe in giving your cell number to strangers, cause with a family rep that as mine, MANY, boy do I say many will trouble come (don’t ask why I know this). “Thanks”, she said while flashing her dazzling smile. I could feel my legs get shaky. “No problem. It’s not every day a pretty lady like you comes here”, I said without thinking, ARGH FUCK IT! I just flirted with her again! That apology was no use at all. She giggled and I swore I saw her cheeks getting a light shade of pink. WHOA WHOA. Did she just BLUSHED ‘cause I flirted with her? BOO YAH! Score for Brandon! She was walking away to the door, her hair moving in the same direction as her hips. Come on man! This is your only chance! I grabbed her wrist, softly, not hurting her but enough to stop her from walking away. “Wait!” she turned back to me and I said, “I’ll see you around?” “I dunno. Maybe if you’re lucky, you can”. And with that, she walked into the taxi that was waiting for her, while I just stood there, grinning like an idiot and millions of thoughts racing through my brains.