Harris

The Coffee Shop – PT 1

“Harris order up!” I snapped out of my ‘Damn, I gotta go to work in 45 minutes’ daze. I sipped my coffee to get my mind right and hopefully wash down any left over bagel pieces stuck in my teeth.  I’ve never been so relived to hear the overweight Italian guy with the belly hugging T-shirt to continuously yell, “Harris! Order up!”  That gave me more time to check for crumbs and at least apply a coat of Blistex to my lips.

He, who I only know as ‘Harris’, dashes up as I place my make up bag back into my purse. Smooth, he didn’t catch me. “Apologies Frank! I was on a call,” he said as he grabbed his order. I couldn’t help but to internally quiver as his baritone voice dressed in a tailored suit, standing at 6”2, covered in chocolate skin spoke with such eloquence.

I can only assume that he is from this area. His confidence was radiant and everyone seemed to know him. As he paid for his items, he turned around and gave me the most beautiful smile, “Have a good day miss,” as he walks out the door. And as always, my mind went with him too.

I saw myself getting in his car as he opened the door for me until I heard, “Faith! Order up!” Even though I didn’t get in that car, I have another opportunity to make it reality tomorrow morning.

Stay Tuned

ExcuseMyKharisma

The Coffee Shop – PT 1