Coffee Shop Conversations | ✓

01

the leroy high-school on-campus coffee shop is buzzing with life today. one week of school was up and people were already behind on their studies.

it was easy to spot the different kinds of students by what kind of coffee they drank and how many cups they'd had. that girl, over there, with three empty shots of espresso: hard at work on biology. that couple, in the corner, sharing a latte: god knows they weren't studying.

"seriously amelia, do it! give him your number." cameron, my best friend, giggles, effectively breaking me out of my people-watching reverie.

"i don't know, cam...this really isn't my style." i murmur. 

a new barista had been working at the shop and he'd been staring at me for mine and cameron's entire study session. he was cute, i admit.

"come on! it's our last year. you've gotta try new things and all that jazz," she pushes. 

"yeah, but what if i embarrass myself?"

"okay, he's cute and clearly into you. i mean, he stares at you all the time." she slides me a post-it note from her textbook and finally, i cave. 

i stand up, write my name and number on the paper and give it shyly to the barista that served me my drink.

"text me," i say.