“Your total is $6.49.”
The guy reaches into his pocket. I watch as his body stiffens, then his hand starts to search frantically. He checks his other one and curses. “Fuck.” He sighs heavily. “Ah, you know what, never mind,” he mutters, moving to turn away.
“Can you make that two of whatever he ordered?” I step in, smiling at the young lady as I grab my debit card. “I got this.”
She nods, ringing up another drink. I tap and pay, then move to the side.
“Why did you do that?” the guy asks.
My eyes flick over to him. This time I can see the front of him, andfuck me, he’s cute.
He’s a little shorter than me, hands shoved into the pockets of the oversized navy hoodie he’s wearing. It’s got to be at least three times too big, but somehow he looks good in it.
His black, wavy hair looks messy, but the sexy kind of messy, with bangs hanging over his black-rimmed glasses, hiding his right eye.
His visible eye is a bright blue that steals my breath away.
“Are you okay?” His brows furrow. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Sorry,” I chuckle. “Why did I do what?” I redirect to his first question.
“Pay for my drink.” His voice is low. He sounds almost annoyed, but with a hint of curiosity.
“Why not?” My lips kick up into a playful smile. He’s even cuter when he’s grumpy.
“You don’t even know me.”
“I don’t.” I shrug, agreeing with him. “Let’s call it my good deed of the day.”
“I don’t need your charity,” he growls. “I’m perfectly fine paying for my own drink. I just forgot my wallet in my car.”
“I’m sure you did, but seeing that you obviously wanted the drink now, or you wouldn’t be here, why wait? Just accept my kindness and don’t think too much into it.” I wink at the same time the barista calls out our order, placing the drinks on the counter in front of us. I pick mine up and take a sip. “Fuck, that’s good,” I groan. “Well, I gotta get going, but enjoy.” I raise my cup. “You can get the next one if it bothers you so much.”
I leave the cute guy glaring daggers at me, my mood a little more chipper now, and head towards the door.
“It doesn’t bother me,” he calls back.
Pushing the door open, I look at him over my shoulder and grin. “Whatever you say, Latte Boy.”
***
I have no idea why, but for the rest of the day, I have a pep in my step. I can’t get the guy from the coffee shop out of my head.
He’s not the kind of guy I normally go for. I like a big guy who can toss me around, and take as good as he can give.
But there’s something that keeps my mind circling back to him.
He didn’t thank me, and I didn’t expect him to. Maybe I was overstepping by paying, but I don’t regret it.
Everyone has bad days, and maybe he was having one too.
Or, maybe that’s just who he is. A broody little thing.
“I know that face,” Dean chuckles, snapping me from my inner thoughts.
“Do I have a face too?” I wonder, thinking about Rain saying the same thing to Nina at lunch.
“What?” Poor Dean looks confused. “Yeah. We all have faces. Are you on drugs?”
