Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop

The overwhelming scent of coffee was ad nauseam to Robby Keene. Roasted coffee beans, coffee grounds, he could throw up at the pungently strong scent that entered his nostrils for hours as he slaved away at a minimum wage job at the Coffee Kai coffee shop. The pay was shit, the customers rude and the manager absent for most, if not all his shift. 

The annoying ding of the bell alerted him to the latest customer, casting his gaze towards the woman who entered causing his breath to hitch in the back of his throat. Palms slick with sweat, almond hues lingering on her longer than he should. 

Layla Silver. The sole heiress to the Silver Company; she was as beautiful as she was powerful with an air of superiority that hung off her like an expensive parfume. Heels clicked against the marbled floor, leading her to the counter as piercing hues locked on Robby's hazel hues as pearlite lips mimicked an order.

"Grande vanilla latte," She started, nails clicked against the countertop to pull Robby back from his reverie. "Two pumps hazelnut, if you'd be so kind." A peak of porcelain veneers poked out from behind her lips. He swallowed harshly with a nod of his head, trembling hands quickly making her order as every so often he'd shoot a glance over his shoulder at her.

Even in florescent lighting, she looked ethereal. The idle sounds of fingertips clacking on the screen of her phone mixed with the coffee brewing melded into one, getting lost on the scent of Columbian coffee beans. Popping a lid onto the to-go cup, Robby spun on his heel and placed the coffee bar top. 

"That'll be $7.50." Another swallow, her piercing eyes pinning him down on sight as she swung her index and middle finger of her right hand to him, a ten dollar bill between the digits. Opening his mouth to speak, he was cut off.

"Keep the change." With a swivel of her hips, coffee in tow, she left the coffee shop, the same bell taunting him as he watched her disappear.