You'll Play The Romeo, Ill Play The Juilet. (Of Mice & Men)

Coffee & Ciggeretts.

I run to the coffee shop with a huge hoodie on, and a newspaper on my head as a small attempt to not get wet. But to no surprise it's not doing much help.

I do exactly what I did yesterday morning, and every other morning. Brew coffee, and put the pastries out.

Yesterday afternoon shocked me beyond belief. What are the odds that I, Lindsay Sterling, met Austin Carlile in a coffee shop?

I couldn't believe all he did was big me and say stay strong. I mean I have nothing against it, and I'm beyond happy he did it just seems odd to me that he didn't say more.

It was more like when you're reading a book, and it ends with a cliff hanger, and there's not a second book. That's what it felt like anyway.

I'm going to be working all alone today because everybody is at school, or called off sick. But that's okay because we never have much business on Mondays anyway.

Mondays are always groggy, and slow. There's nothing excited about it. Everybody is starting their new weeks at work and at school. Everybody doesn't have time for coffee.

Mondays are always one of the worst days for me. Their slow business days so I go thinking over load. I usually end up going home extremely upset.

Everything reminding me of the things I've done wrong in the past. Everything I could have done to make everybody happy. But I did nothing but screw up time after time.

* Later That Night *

I begin putting the pastries back in their containers for tomorrow we will throw them out. I dump two of three pots of coffee leaving a pot incase any late night costumes come in.

I go into the back room to wash plates and bowls when I hear the door on the bell signifying somebody entered.

"I'm in the back doing a couple dishes ill be out in a second," I hollered out, drying my hands.

"How may I help you?" I say without making eye contact until he begins speaking.

That voice is familiar, I think.

My head snaps up at the thought of yesterday. I look up to see a tall man with many tattoos covering his body. A smile lurks onto his face showing off his attractive face.

"A coffee, please?" He asks.

"Sure, anything else?"

"It doesn't look like you have anything else out right now," he laughs.

"No, no, we do I just put it away it won't be a problem getting you anything else," I say heading over to the pastries.

"Oh, then could I have a slice of chocolate cake?" He asks.

"Of course"

I cut him some cake, and get him his coffee, and he pays.

"Would you mind if maybe you could keep me company?" He asks pointing to the seat across from him.

I shake my head and pour a cup of coffee for myself, and make my way over to where Austin was seated.

"I'm sorry if I might have come off a bit rude yesterday I was in a rush, and I needed to get somewhere quickly and I really needed some coffee," he says quickly.

"It's fine, I understand," I tell him slightly disappointed.

"So what are you doing here so late?"

"I guess I just really need the money," I reply.

"You're pretty.... Uh um sorry I didn't mean to say that," he says blushing bright red.

I giggle uncontrollably.

We both finish our coffee, and he finishes his cake. We both get up from the table and look at each other with a weak smile.

"Do you uh... Want me to maybe... Walk you home?" He asked nervously.

"I would love you to."

I walk over to the counter and grab my phone, and the keys and lock up the shop.

As we walk to my apartment building we talk about what's been going on in our lives, and such. I really start getting to know that Austin is really funny, and adorable.

"I'd ask you if you would want to stay with me for the night because you left your car at the shop, but I don't really have a bed." I tell him sadly.

"That's really nice of you, but I'm just going to go home I wouldn't want to be a bother to you," he says a little sad.

"Thanks for walking me home, Austin I really enjoyed it. I haven't really actually talked to anybody other than at the coffee shop."

"It's a pleasure really. Do you think I will get to see you again?"

"Maybe I don't know. Why don't you stop at the coffee shop tomorrow when it's okay for you?" I ask.

"It's a date!" He says jokingly.

"Goodnight, Austin."

"Goodnight, Lindsay."

&& I never thought Austin Carlile would ever walk me home.

I had a feeling this was the start of a good friendship.