The same Routine
Everyday it’s the same for me. I come into ‘Java’ Oakdale’s (lucky for me) only coffee shop. Thank god, because it helps not to look obvious, ya know? I order my drink. Double shot espresso iced mocha latte, thank you very much. What? I like not blinking. But I digress. Once I order my drink, I sit in the back.
One could say I have no life, that I’m boring, that I need to get out more. Whatever, I have my reasons; I know why I do this. I’m just gonna open the book I have here and read it. Okay so I pretend to read, what’s it to you? Trust me, you’ll understand why… real soon. And it’s not like Mr. Darcy doesn’t end up with Elizabeth, I mean the book is incredible, but the plot? Come on obvious.
I always pick the table way in the back, it’s a good spot. I can totally see the entrance clearly. Plus it gives people the illusion that I’m just here for the coffee. That I actually want too just sit and read.
The bell over the door jingles. Nothing odd, that’s what it does. Yet something tells me I better look- that something is different. Yep, I was right, because there it is, my reason for wasting my life away in some damn small coffee shop. Thank god I like coffee.
You see him right? No not the guy with the beer belly. Move Mr. Jenkins! Geez. Anyway, it’s the guy behind him, you see him? Tall and lean, blue eyed, dark haired barista guy. Oh, did I forget to mention he works here? Well, me living here now should’ve given that away.
There he goes, heading behind the counter, getting ready for work. It’s hard to look at him with the, you know, pretending to read part. I do have to keep up appearances, can’t give myself away right? There I go licking at my lips, tall and lean has a tendency to do that to me.
I know I’m still licking my lips; I can’t help it, look at him. God those eyes are just…and those lips, those lips are… Jesus! He makes me stupid, I can’t even think.
A throat clears loudly from somewhere and oops, I’ve been staring to long. Because guess who did it. Oh. My. God, he’s looking at me. He looks…? Is he coming over here? Oh crap! Does he know? Look away, look away.
“Would you like a refill?” Um I should probably say something right? He must think I’m a freak, but his smile is just… how could anyone focus, I mean really. I think he does it on purpose.
“I’ll come back when you’re ready” shit! Did he just wink? And damn! He’s leaving. I should really learn how to use my mouth. Private inside my head, borderline crazy chats really aren’t working for me.
Tomorrow... tomorrow I’ll say something. I have a feeling he wants me too.
You have your ways, I have mine.
Luke sat at his kitchen table; fingers drumming wildly at a smooth surface, watching intently as Noah moved around their kitchen making breakfast. He watched longingly as Noah would stop every few minutes too sip on his coffee; licking his lips hungrily, as if it were the best damn thing on earth. “Must be good?” Luke snorts staring at Noah’s hand, the one that held the coffee mug.
“It is.” Noah smirks and places the mug on the counter “you want some?" Luke doesn’t say anything just glares and watches as Noah’s pointer finger traces the rim of the mug. “I could give you some, with your pancakes” Noah wriggles his brow teasingly and picks up his mug, slowly sipping from it.
“No thanks” Luke bites his lip watching as Noah swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing seductively. Luke pounds his fist in the table and jumps up heading for the exit “jerk.”
“Problem?” Noah asks innocently.
“You know what the problem is.”
“Luke you’re the one who said you could go without coffee for a week…it’s not my fault that you can’t.” Noah smiles smugly and starts to prepare breakfast. He turns his back on Luke… “Not my fault you bet on something, that in all likelihood you knew you would lose. Hell... I knew.”
Luke rolls his eyes and walks away “call me when breakfast is done.”
“Will do… oh and Luke” Noah’s voice is so chipper face so smug.
“What?” He really wants to wipe that look off his face.
Noah can’t help but laugh “nothing, just reminding you that I will be collecting my money. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.”
Luke narrows his eyes “you haven’t won yet.”
“True. But I will” Noah picks up his coffee, his tongue darts out a little touching the rim before he drinks. He can see Luke staring at him, mouth slightly ajar. Seeing the look on Luke’s face he smirks “yep…I will.” Luke balls his fist and groans before leaving the kitchen.
A little while later Noah goes looking for him. Walking down their hallway, he can hear mumbling coming from their bedroom. Noah wonders what Luke is doing in there. He slowly pushes the door open and right before his eyes he sees Luke on his knees, hands in a prayer. Instead of saying anything Noah steps closer, he can see Luke’s lips moving, but can’t clearly hear him.
“Dear God, if you're up there, please know I'm trying SO HARD, but this is the most difficult thing I have ever had to do.”
Noah’s eyes bugs out of his head “Luke!”
Luke startled by Noah’s voice scrambles to his feet “what? You can molest your coffee, but I can’t do this?” The Look on Luke’s face tells Noah he’s not ashamed.
Noah cocks his brow and backs up out of the room. He turns around and heads for the kitchen “breakfast is ready.”
“Don’t be mad Noah.”
“Mad? This is too funny to be mad.”