Are You Two Together?
“Hi, what can I get you? Are you two together?”
Chad looked at the barista, then turned to the woman standing to his right.
“I don’t know…are we?”
The woman laughed. “If you want to pay for my coffee, then sure, we’re together.”
He stared back at the woman–probably long enough to make her uncomfortable, he realized–then smiled at her and turned back to the barista, who was chuckling.
Chad went with it. He smiled, kind of turned to both of them and shrugged as if to say “Yeah, I know–I’m a goofball!”, and ordered a latte.
He paid, and as he waited for his drink to be made, he tried to remember how he’d ended up there.
“Medium latte for Chad?…Chad?”
Chad turned and saw another barista place a cup on the counter.
He stared at the barista, then asked, “That’s me? This is mine?”
She rolled her eyes playfully, smiled, and nodded.
Chad took a sip. A latte. It was good. Unexpected, but good.
He walked out the coffee shop’s door, looked one way, then the other, then froze.
He had no idea where he’d parked the car. It was going to be a long afternoon.
Afternoon? He checked his watch. Yep–afternoon.
It was going to be a long afternoon.