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Authors: C. C. Brown
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engaged?" Kelsey asked. "Greg says you've been together forever."
"Hopefully soon," Colby quickly answered. I shot him a disapproving look.
"There's no time limit. When it happens, it happens," I said, correcting his incorrect assertion. "We're content for now." I rubbed the side of his arm and he swallowed hard, but we didn't say anything further.
The conversation was rubbing me the wrong way, so I was thankful when the server walked up to take our order. He didn't look like any servers I had ever seen. In fact, if I had known any better, I would have said that he wouldn't have passed his interview had he interviewed at any other spot other than Ada's. The sleeves of tattoos blanketing his arms would have instantly turned an interviewer away. He wasn't a bad looking guy, and after wading through the gallons of ink on his body, I found him to be quite attractive, but the tattoos were something that sort of turned me off. He was about 5'10, with dark hair, styled into a spiky point, and had crystal blue eyes that rivaled even Colby's. He smiled warmly when he reached the table, his long, thin face accentuated by the gleam in his eye as he looked directly at me. I smiled back, feeling the goose bumps rise on my arms from his presence.
"Hello, I'm Grayson. What can I get you all tonight?" he asked in a tone that I thought would make my panties melt. I looked around the table to see if anyone else had noticed, but there was no change in their expressions, so I tried to hide my ardent stare.
"I'll have a pumpkin spice mocha," Greg said.
"I'll have the same," Kelsey eagerly replied, holding on the Greg's arm as if a category five hurricane would sweep her away.
Colby looked over the menu and asked for an apple cinnamon cappuccino, while I went for the vanilla spice frap. Greg asked for a serving of ham and cheese croissants to accompany our drinks.
We sat and talked, listened to the band a little and finally, somewhat settled in, chowing down on the food and enjoying the constant flow of drinks. The place only got more crowded as the night went on, and I noticed that the crowd diversified a bit, older adults were piling in amongst the college crowd. Kelsey went on and on about how she had no idea what she wanted to major in, but that she had time because she was going to school on her dad's dime and all he cared about was that she passed her classes. The more I listened to her speak, the less I despised her. I realized that she was a product of her upbringing and it wasn't completely her fault that she was a trophy wife in the making.
Drinking coffee after coffee, I finally decided on water to take some of the bite from the frap out of my mouth. The actual coffee-bar had gotten busy, so Grayson had taken the helm behind the counter and a waitress by the name of Emily took care of us. She had about four different colors in her hair, but even with her eccentric look, she had a face that oozed innocence, and that made me really like her.
As she brought waters out for the entire table, the local band started playing what I assumed was their big hit, and Ada's went wild. Those hanging out at the coffee bar and near the front entrance hurriedly made their way to the stage area, jumping up and down, bobbing their heads. Emily came walking out with four waters on a tray, but just as she made her way to our table, a couple of caffeine-amped guys bumped into her, causing her to spill the waters--most of which fell on Colby.
I watched Emily as her face flushed bright red, and she immediately went to wiping down Colby and the surrounding areas that were now filled with water. The guys who had caused the spill never even stopped.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," Emily said, her face an embarrassed mess. I grabbed napkins from the holder and tried to help Colby wipe off the water now soaking his jeans. His anger boiled over and I watched him stand and shake off the excess water.
"Move! Stop apologizing!" he yelled. I thought Emily would
"Hopefully soon," Colby quickly answered. I shot him a disapproving look.
"There's no time limit. When it happens, it happens," I said, correcting his incorrect assertion. "We're content for now." I rubbed the side of his arm and he swallowed hard, but we didn't say anything further.
The conversation was rubbing me the wrong way, so I was thankful when the server walked up to take our order. He didn't look like any servers I had ever seen. In fact, if I had known any better, I would have said that he wouldn't have passed his interview had he interviewed at any other spot other than Ada's. The sleeves of tattoos blanketing his arms would have instantly turned an interviewer away. He wasn't a bad looking guy, and after wading through the gallons of ink on his body, I found him to be quite attractive, but the tattoos were something that sort of turned me off. He was about 5'10, with dark hair, styled into a spiky point, and had crystal blue eyes that rivaled even Colby's. He smiled warmly when he reached the table, his long, thin face accentuated by the gleam in his eye as he looked directly at me. I smiled back, feeling the goose bumps rise on my arms from his presence.
"Hello, I'm Grayson. What can I get you all tonight?" he asked in a tone that I thought would make my panties melt. I looked around the table to see if anyone else had noticed, but there was no change in their expressions, so I tried to hide my ardent stare.
"I'll have a pumpkin spice mocha," Greg said.
"I'll have the same," Kelsey eagerly replied, holding on the Greg's arm as if a category five hurricane would sweep her away.
Colby looked over the menu and asked for an apple cinnamon cappuccino, while I went for the vanilla spice frap. Greg asked for a serving of ham and cheese croissants to accompany our drinks.
We sat and talked, listened to the band a little and finally, somewhat settled in, chowing down on the food and enjoying the constant flow of drinks. The place only got more crowded as the night went on, and I noticed that the crowd diversified a bit, older adults were piling in amongst the college crowd. Kelsey went on and on about how she had no idea what she wanted to major in, but that she had time because she was going to school on her dad's dime and all he cared about was that she passed her classes. The more I listened to her speak, the less I despised her. I realized that she was a product of her upbringing and it wasn't completely her fault that she was a trophy wife in the making.
Drinking coffee after coffee, I finally decided on water to take some of the bite from the frap out of my mouth. The actual coffee-bar had gotten busy, so Grayson had taken the helm behind the counter and a waitress by the name of Emily took care of us. She had about four different colors in her hair, but even with her eccentric look, she had a face that oozed innocence, and that made me really like her.
As she brought waters out for the entire table, the local band started playing what I assumed was their big hit, and Ada's went wild. Those hanging out at the coffee bar and near the front entrance hurriedly made their way to the stage area, jumping up and down, bobbing their heads. Emily came walking out with four waters on a tray, but just as she made her way to our table, a couple of caffeine-amped guys bumped into her, causing her to spill the waters--most of which fell on Colby.
I watched Emily as her face flushed bright red, and she immediately went to wiping down Colby and the surrounding areas that were now filled with water. The guys who had caused the spill never even stopped.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," Emily said, her face an embarrassed mess. I grabbed napkins from the holder and tried to help Colby wipe off the water now soaking his jeans. His anger boiled over and I watched him stand and shake off the excess water.
"Move! Stop apologizing!" he yelled. I thought Emily would
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