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[26] Pretty Boy

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I WALKED THROUGH the door leading into Melrose's, welcomed by the sweet yet bitter smell of coffee and the soft lull of RnB music playing in the background.

For a Monday afternoon, it was rather busy. Teenagers sprawled out over the beanbags in front of the fireplace, warming their cold hands whilst others sat at the tables off to the side, talking over milkshakes and fries. It was a nice sight, seeing so many people with their friends.

It was an extra cold day today, the temperatures plummeting below zero and I could sense that a major snowstorm was coming, we usually have one around this time each year and here in Dayton Lakes, March is one of the coldest months as winter comes to a close.

There are only three weeks left of Winter and then we shall welcome Spring, which here in Vermont is similar to Winter with soft snow, not as much rain, but it is nicer. The coldness is more bearable, unlike right now.

Winter is my favorite season, but I must admit, by the time Summer comes around, I am more than happy about it. Summer break is the best, two months of doing nothing but spending time with your friends and, considering this Summer break will be my last during my teenage life, I am both dreading and looking forwards to it far more than usual.

I walked over to the counter, waiting in line as the couple in front of me ordered. Eventually, it was my turn and I ordered a hot chocolate, just because it is so freezing and there is nothing better than a hot chocolate on a cold day.

After ordering, I walked over to seat myself at one of the tables near the right wall where the windows are, gazing out as the rain pattered against the window, creating streams of water down the glass.

We all created a group chat for just us four, agreeing to meet at Melrose's at four, but I seemed to arrive early, considering no one was here, except for myself.

"One hot chocolate?" a deep voice asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

I snapped my head to the side, surprised to see boy, probably around my age with jet black hair and green eyes. The corners of his eyes wrinkled as he offered me a polite smile, holding a pastel blue mug out to me.

I nodded as he placed the hot chocolate down on the table in front of me.

He was definitely new around here. I would remember a face like that.

"Um. . .we aren't really supposed to ask customers these types of questions," he paused as he nervously scratched the back of his head, "but, um, do you think I could get your number?"

I stared at him with a raised eyebrow, considering it for a moment before shaking my head, "I do not do the whole dating thing." I said truthfully.

The boy's face dropped and his lips parted as he went to say something, but instead remained speechless, obviously not expecting to get rejected so bluntly. Contrary to what Arden believed, I do not lead men on.

"Then what thing do you do?" he asked, his voice soft and flirtatious.

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk on my lips as he stared back at me, reflecting my exact reflection.

I opened my mouth, about to speak when my eyes caught sight of the name on his badge which was pinned to his striped shirt. Truman, it said in bold lettering. A pretty name for a pretty boy.

"She doesn't do any thing, so fuck off and do your job." a taunting voice sounded and I was snapped out of my gaze, feeling as though a bucket of ice-cold water had just been dumped over my head.