"Can I get you you something non-alcoholic?" His lips holding the slightest smile.

He breath smelt clearly of alcohol, he was a drinker. His friends who I could see clearly were sitting in the seats next to him, holding a conversation. The red head had red hair sprouting from the bottom of his chin and scattered around his jawline. A pair of vibrant blue eyes accessorized his face. His friend took on a more darker appearance. A black quiff topped his head, with a blonde streak in the middle. His stubble made him look older.

"Virgin Bellini." I said.

He nodded and told Nate. Nate eyes switched from me to curly hair boy. I shrugged. He handed crisp bills to Nate. He pushed my drink over to me.

"Thanks." I half smiled.

"What's your name." He asked staring at me.

I release my cheeks from sucking the straw and let the peach colored liquid excite my taste buds.

"I'm Elodie." I said taking another sip of my drink.

"I just came to congratulate you." He said leaning his elbow on the counter.

"On what?" I said.

"You are an amazing singer and you were stunning on that stage." He said making intense eye contact.

I bit down on the inside of my mouth hard. He was doing something with his words. Making them wrap around my heart, causing them to squeeze out the venom.

Thank you." I said giving him a truthful smile.

"Well, it's pretty late, I've to get going. I'll see you around." He exclaimed getting up.

He turned towards his friends and left through the exit. His face still fresh in my memory, as if I was still staring at it. He was nice. His words came out his mouth with such gentleness, like I was a frighten child and he was telling me everything's going to be ok. I realized that I didn't even get his name.

I drove home to find my grandpa asleep on the couch. The door woke him up.

"Hey hon. How was it?" He asked tired.

"It's was good. A lot of people were there tonight." I said.

He nodded.

"You should go to bed." I said walking up the stairs.

"I will. Goodnite." He yawned.

"Nite." I said.

I threw off my clothes and scurried into bed. The bed converted its self to shape around my body. My head sunk into the pillow as I drifted off into a deep sleep. My mind was taken over by the same sweet dream. I was singing to a huge crowd. Significantly bigger than the one at the club. My dream was interrupted by the buzz of my alarm. Today was another day at the club. It was Rig's 45th birthday. He didn't look 45 thought. Light stubble cover his his upper lip and proceeded down to his chin. He was tall and had a muscular built. He intimidated other people with his appearance but, was the nicest guy I knew,there weren't many of those in my life.

I made my made to work first. Working at a coffee shop isn't easy. You got your rude, snotty, and disgusting customers. I come in contact with these type of customers everyday. Once in a blue moon will I ever get a nice, normal customer. I slumped on the counter, awaiting for another customer. My eyebrows furrowed outside the window as I focused on who was coming in. I could never forget that glob of curly hair. He walked in and smiled at me.

"Hey. You work here?" He questioned me.

I have him a straight face.

"I wouldn't be standing here behind the counter in a apron if I didn't." I said.

He smiled, exposing his dimples. Wrinkles formed around his eyes, making his eyes appear smaller.

"I'm just messing with you. Can I have a medium black coffee with sugar please?" He asked.

My eyebrows raised. Barley anybody ever ordered black coffee. Black coffee was strong and bitter.

"What?" He asked.

I assumed he saw my eyebrows raise.

"Nothing. Just nobody ever orders black coffee." I said putting in sugar.

He handed me money.

"I guess I'm different." He smirked.

"That's a good thing." I said not looking at him.

He chuckled a bit.

"Keep the change." He said walking out.

Notes

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