“Hey, the regular.”
I’ve been coming to The Bean Brew everyday before work for the last four months. Amanda’s been the waiter ever since then, I wonder if she switched shifts just so we could see each other every morning. She’s quite cute to be honest. For some reason her cheeks always look flushed even though she never wears make-up to work. I’ve realised that she has a faint scent of honey and smoked wood dwelling around her like a luring aura. She usually has a long luscious dark brown braid going down her back and she sure does love her mom jeans. The perfect girl if you think about it.
“Ira, your coffee’s ready.”
“Oh, thank you.”
“Sure thing.”
” Uhm, hey listen. Would you like to come over for dinner tonight?”
“Yes! Sorry. I uhh, yes, I’d love to. My shift ends at six but I’m locking up so I’m off at about half past .”
“I’ll pick you up after work then.”
“See you after work, Ira.”
Her smile gave off a sense of nervous seduction.