[chapter one]
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know what you think of this story - I opted for first person again. Hope that's
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~Shea's POV~
I can see him climbing out of his car through the window that faces the parking lot.
This is by far the best part of my week. Right here.
In a minute, he'll come in and order the same thing he always does, give me a smile and walk away.
And I'll spend the next week waiting for him to come in again.
He is the best part of my week.
"Hi. Can I get a … "
Large mocha with extra sugar and foam?
" … large mocha with extra sugar and foam, please?"
"Sure. That'll be $3.19, please."
Gee, you'd think since I have all week, I could think of another way to say that, instead of sounding like a parrot every week when he comes in.
"Here ya go. Keep the change."
"Thanks." I whisper, but he's already walking out the door.
I love that he always leaves a huge tip.
I love his chocolately brown eyes.
I love the way he always says please.
He's Jimmie Johnson.
And I'm …
I'm invisible.
There goes the best part of my
week.