One Shots
Eddie Lack (1)
Another boring day at work. You couldn’t take this anymore; the hours were terrible, the management was shit, and it was never very busy. The customers were ticking you off as well. Hopefully you’d find a new job soon.
You wanted to pull your phone out, maybe check the latest scores from last night’s games, maybe check emails to see if anyone wanted to set an interview up. As you reached into your pocket to pull your phone out, the glass door opened and a tall, young man walked in.
Plastering on a smile, you returned to the cash register. “How can I help you today?” you asked sweetly, hoping that he wouldn’t be one of your usual types of customers, the preppy bitches or assholes that acted snobby about everything.
He smiled shyly. “I’ll have, uhh, a latte macchiato?” he said, gazing at the drink menu.
"Is that everything for you today, sir?" you asked courteously, remembering your manager was around the corner.
His gaze returned to you, and he managed to catch your eye for a second.
"Yeah, that’ll be it, thanks," he replied, corner of his mouth lifting into a smile. You rang in his order and he produced the necessary cash immediately.
As you took the money, something sparked across your skin, you could feel it. The money, maybe? But he handed you a bill; that couldn’t be it. Him? But that only happened in stories.
Quickly, you deposited the payment, brushing off the unusual feeling as much as possible. Granted, he was cute, but you doubted anything could ever happen. As you turned to start the coffee, you caught his eye again.
You must have lingered a second too long, because he looked away, cheeks reddening, clearing his throat quietly. “Uhm… coffee?”
Now your cheeks flushed. “Oh, right, sorry,” you mumbled. Preoccupying yourself with making the customer’s beverage was only a temporary respite from your thoughts. Even after he received his coffee and left, he was still on your mind.
He came back the next day, and again and again, becoming a regular customer. Now you looked forward to working because you knew he would be coming in.
Eventually you learned each other’s names. His was Eddie, and he was a hockey player.
And then, he asked you out. There was no way you could have said no, even if you wanted to.
Your private wish since first meeting him had come true, and now you were going on a date with Eddie… anywhere but a coffee shop.
