There I was, trapped. Sitting in the back of my local Starbucks unable to move. Why? Why, because! There she was ordering her Grande double shot cappuccino with soy milk, the same order every time. Yes I know her order, but only because i see her every saturday around 5 o’clock. She comes in and I choke, mesmerized by her beauty. Picture this, five feet seven inches, long blonde hair with a gentile wave, gorgeous baby blue eyes. Absolutely, Stunning. I know what you’re thinking, “oh he’s a stalker,” Not true at all. I do not own a single pair of binoculars, and I don’t have the time to sit outside her house and watch her. I don’t even know where she lives! The reason i know when she comes in, and why i am here is because I am an author. Nothing special, just a small town Journalist who loves to work at Starbucks. Her name is Emerald. I think because shes irish, or something? But thats dosent matter. I adore everthing about her, The way she looks, walks, talks, even when shes in a rush and seems snappy, she is stunning. But this saturday was different, this saturday our conversation will go past the usual, “Hi Em” id say “Hey how are you” she would say as she waited for her order “pretty good!, See you next saturday?” Shed laugh and say “See you then Oliver” This saturday im asking her out. Im getting her number. Im going to do it. I will! Who am i kidding i cant! A catch like her? She has to have some Abercrombie model with washboad abs wrapped around her little finger. Who could totally kick my ass. She doesn’t want some scrany author with rolled up jeans and worn out toms. Shit! here she comes. Can i do this? I know if i don’t ill be pissed about it all week. Shit shit shit, okay, no i got this.Shes sopped to get sugar. Nows my chance. Time seems to slow down, my hearts going double time, my palms are drenched, but its too late. I’m three steps from her and I can’t back down now. I open my mouth to say hi but she starts talking to me before i get the chance. “Oliver! hey hows your writing going” Emerald says with a smile on her face “Good, i- i guess, I’m no J.K rolling but i try” Did i just say that? J.K. Rolling Seriously? Damn it UGH “Oh come on! I’m sure you’re great!” “So.. um Em?” My voice starts shaking, sweaty palms are full force, heart going double what it was the first time. The butterflies in my stomach have turned into hawks. “I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime? Dinner? My treat? You know. like. A Date?” did i really just say ‘like a date’? “Oliver,” She said, then paused. Maybe just for a minute, but it felt like twenty. “I thought you’d never ask, next friday, pick me up at 8” “Emerald, i dont have your address” I squeezed out, i feel like i’m in shock. “My number is 201-555-9875 text me and i”ll give you my adress, I have to go back to work but i’ll see you later. As i watched her walk out i decided today was the day. She was finally all mine, and this plan was all going to work. I cant wait to see her reaction to what i have planned for us. To be continued…
