Chapter 1
There’s nothing that a nice steaming cup of Mocha can’t fix.’ I thought
to myself as I headed towards my favorite coffee shop. There are about a
dozen coffee shops to choose from since I live in a college town. I don’t
really know why this one is my favorite. Maybe because they have big,
comfortable couches and a blazing fireplace. Or maybe it is the relaxing
music perfect for studying. Of course the fact that Bendago’s has the best
coffee I have ever tasted might play into it.
It was definitely too early
in the morning. The clock on the dash of my Contour read 8:06 AM. I just
got back from the airport where I dropped off my boyfriend, Jake. He was
spending spring break with a good friend of his in Arizona. I had to admit
I was a little disappointed that we weren’t going to spend spring break
together, but on the other hand I understood him wanted to see his friend.
His friend moved to Arizona the year before and they have only seen each
other once since then. Nevertheless, I missed him already.
I pulled into the parking lot of Bendago’s and parked next to a dark green
Jeep Wrangler. It was sort of chilly outside so I wasted no time running
into the little coffee shop. I was glad to see that it wasn’t crowded.
There were two business men sitting on one of the couches with a bunch of
papers spread out on the table in front of them. They seemed deep in
concentration. There was also a guy sitting at the end of the counter.
Something about him caught my attention. Maybe it was the way he lifted the
newspaper he was reading up in front of his face, almost as if he were
hiding. I barely caught a glimpse of his face before it became hidden
behind the paper. He had a blue baseball cap pulled low over his eyes.
Blondish-brown hair that might have had a little curl in it peaked out from
under his hat. There was something vaguely familiar about him, but I
dismissed it thinking that maybe he was in one of my classes or I had seen
him around campus or something.
I stepped up to the counter and ordered my
Mocha. The clerk behind the counter took my money and went to go fix my
drink. I found my gaze had returned to that guy. He had lowered his paper
enough to where I could see a little more of his face. I studied him trying
to think of why he seemed so familiar. Suddenly he lifted his head and our
eyes met.
A realization hit me and my jaw dropped. I was staring into the
eyes of none other than Brian Littrell of the Backstreet Boys.
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