A Thick Girl's Love

Chapter *56*

I've had a crazy craving for overpriced frozen coffee and a breakfast sandwich lately so I knew where my first stop would be. Starbucks, the light of my life. No I am more of a Dunking or Krispy Kreme gal myself when it comes to coffee, but when I'm feeling down or stick in a rut I look to treat myself. (Usually the thing I treat myself to is food.) Starbucks screams luxury to me seeing as there weren't any coffee places close to my house with it being on the edge of the "hood".

I ordered my ride and opened up my messages as I began to text Tyrie not to wait up for me if he gets home earlier than me. Rolling my eyes, I closed my phone because I knew that would never happen. Lately it seems like I could stay out all damn day and I would still get home long enough before Tyrie that I would have already went to bed early from missing him like crazy. Shit I hope he does get home early today just so he can worry me for once and a while.

My Uber ride wasn't long at all. Maybe seven minutes by car, I don't know how long if I were to walk. I might make a day out of walking to get a coffee and people watching. I'm self conscious at the thought of cars driving by me and judging me. "Look at the fatty finally getting some exercise. She needs it." I loved to think of plans and tell myself to do them someday knowing that I was lying to myself. It made me happy, and I felt like I deserved that happiness.

"Please make sure to rate me five stars." The Uber driver said before I could get out the car.

"Yea sure. Have a nice day."

"You too honey."

There was a long line around this particular Starbucks. When I walked in the strong aroma of berries and cream hit me like a truck. I wouldn't mind working up in here, if it wasn't for all the vsco girls and other teenagers wanting all those specialized and complicated drinks that no one has time for. Whew plus the amount of customers they can get at one time is not the move. There were families and people on computers everywhere and the hustle and bustle of baristas making drinks and preparing foods was almost overwhelming. Is it wrong that I sort of forgot that I hate being in public, especially alone? I was beginning to feel small cuz everyone around me seemed to know what they wanted and seemed to be rushing. Then there's me, fidgeting in the line and trying really hard to look at the menu and pick what I want so I can memorize it and recite it to the barista.

A few people got out of line so I moved on up. I was trying to comfortable when I felt a presence very close on my back. Whoever it was better enjoy the smell of my shampoo with how fucking close they were.

"Hello thank you for choosing Starbucks what can I get for you today?"

"U-um can I get a.. venti cold brew with extra creamer, some caramel drizzle at the bottom, and sweetener?"

"Is that all for you today?"

"How much are your breakfast croissants? The ham,egg,and cheese?"

"That is $1.25 by itself." The barista spoke back with a huge smile on her face.

"I'll take one of those as well, heated up please."

"Alright that'll be $6.15 ma'am."

I dug my card and handed it to the lady. She slid my drink to me while I waited for my sandwich to heat up.

This drink is so sweet it's like eating raw sugar

I took little sips here and there till she returned with my sandwich. I turned to find myself a seat when I collided with someone, spilling some of my drink on their shirt. My fat ass tried to save my drink rather than not spilling it all. I must have looked horrified as I tried to dap away the access moisture and profusely apologizing. I could feel the embarrassment sink into my pores and my eyes started to well up.