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- As The Coffee Cup Turns -
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Thursday, July 01, 2004
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I'm beginning to think that Colombia Supreme and Kenya isn't all they're brewing at Starbucks.
Out and about in mid-regular route yesterday, I decided to take the laptop down to my SB and work. Now, I've been an irregular customer as of late which is odd, and apparently I'm not the only one that notices it.
I order a 4-pump mocha frappacino, twice blended, lots of whip. I'm deeply engaged with my computer screen, and in walks Ednil. He scurrys to the back counter, with what looked like his work attire in one arm. I'm casually chatting back and forth with the other girls behind the counter, and Ednil is rushing around like a busy bee, yet stops at my table.
"Hey April, how are you doing?"
He's one of those people that just can't help but give you this certain, eh, look. As I looked up and answered there was already a cheesy grin on my face. Yikes...tell me that's not a dead giveaway.
It was bloody hot as hell in Sac Town this afternoon, and at the tail end of my day I could hear the faint sounds of a Venti passion tea lemonade calling my name. Now, if someone calls me I'm not one to be rude, so I answered and ended up in SB's front door. The place must have just had a rush, because it was pretty empty. Just Danny and Nate behind the counter. I walk in and Danny turns his head from the coffee blender he was tending.
"Hey Danny!" I said, probably in an overly chipper voice come to think of it.
No joke, his face lit up like a christmas tree.
"April! How are you? Hey, where have you been?"
I walked up to the register and Nate leaned over the espresso machine to say hello.
"Work's been keeping me busy, I know I've been a stranger lately."
I told Nate I'll take a Venti Passon tea lemonade and if he could make it fast I would love him forever. He was busy getting it ready, and Danny fumbled his way to the register. Danny looks like your typical california boy, sandy blonde hair, blue eyes. He is inherently gushy and smilely, and he really resembles a german guy I had a crush on back in high school.
"Oh, I'm so sorry about that, April. Now you ordered..?"
I reiterated and breaking a weird pause I asked him...
"So...how are you doing? Everything's going good?"
"Well I'm doing good now! It's so good to see you! I've been askin' everybody here, 'where's April?'"
If this boy is lookin' to earn brownie points with his sweet talk - well then he's doin' a damn good job. For a guy that never got my name right in the beginning, he's not only puttin' out the welcome mat but taking off my shoes as well. As I took my drink and left, I said my farewells, and Danny's eyes [and goofy grin] followed me out the door...
"Have a great one, April!"
Now, I'm not one to have the best self-esteem, so however strangely out of the ordinary his attention to me seemed, it was sweet. Who needs a soap opera when you've got your local SB? Where the 'question of the day' should be 'what did they put in the coffee this week?'.
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Name: April
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