10:16 am
"You drink a lot of coffee."
"I do, don't I?"
"Yes, I think you might be addicted."
"I think addicted is an understatement."
"Obsessed?"
"Maybe. I think I'm obsessed with your cobbler and ice cream but then again, you don't let me pay you for any of it."
"Because I knew that if I charge you, you wouldn't come back."
"You wanted me to come back?"
"Uh... No! I didn't mean it like that."
"Oh."
"It's just.. On your first day here you were a booth boob and now you're at the cool kids table."
"Booth boob?"
"The depressed people who sit at the farthest booth they can find and drink their problems away."
"Ah, I see. So sitting at the bar where you work is considered the cool kids table?"
"Yes. It's very rare to find someone sitting here. If they do, they're usually the booth boobs whose spot was taken by other booth boobs."
"Maybe it's because of your annoyingly good looks and your English accent?"
"I'm Australian. It's an Australian accent, not English. How can you not tell the difference?"
"Sorry, Jeez! Sorry for not being an expert at accents... And you're welcome for the compliment by the way."
"If my cheeks weren't already flushed from the cold, I'd be blushing."
YOU ARE READING
Coffee
Short Story"Let me guess, you want to order coffee again?" "You know it." "Something tells me the only reason you come to my diner everyday is for the free coffee, not me." "Shouldn't it be that way?" "Name one thing you love more than coffee." "You."
