Richard Quinteros
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The Barista
The Barista Today is the day, Today I will finally ask her out. That is all I can think about as I slowly crawl out of bed. Today is the last chance I have; Today is Emma’s last day of work. Next to my job there is a small coffee shop, I usually go there on my lunch break, and I always order the same thing. One large caramel latte, with a small slice of chocolate cake. Every time I go, there is always the same barista working, we usually have small quick conversations as I order, and she always makes my day so much better. Her long blonde hair is usually tied back and strung through her work hat, her beautiful blue grey eyes always looking around making sure everything is running smoothly, she always smiles at me when she hands me my food and drink, and there is always a small new drawing on the cup that usually isn’t very good drawn on there. But honestly those little drawing and the way she just lights up the room is the real reason I go back; she is the reason I go back. She makes the day go by faster and helps me forget about everything I am going through at work that day. I work as a writer for the LA times and my day usually consists of writing, rewriting, and proofing stories from myself and my peers.
By Richard Quinteros3 years ago in Fiction