“I’ll just stay until you know,” he said and started sipping on his coffee. The cup was between his lips and he took out his phone and started tapping. His eyes lifted, and our eyes locked. He grinned before looking back at the screen and I quickly turned my head.
The door opened up and the quiet and calm was over. College students poured themselves in through the door and my heart started racing in my chest from all the orders I was about to have to take.
“White chocolate mocha please,” the first guy said and the others, to my surprise, waited patiently for their turn.
I looked in the binder and started making it but one drink took like fifteen minutes.
“Here,” The tattoed stranger said and walked behind the desk. He handed me his cup and walked me over to a chiar, sat me down and started making the coffees.
“Why can’t she help, Easton?” One of the girls bit out.
“None of your damn business, Cathleen.” He said and eyed her down.
The coffee shop was now emptied of people and I was about to lock up.
“I didn’t get your name,” I said as he wiped down the machines.
“Easton, and you?”
Gabby
“Ah, well, it’s nice to meet you,” he said and extended his arm. I shook his hand, but he didn’t let go, he walked closer and raised his thumb, dragging it over the side of my mouth:
“Milk foam,” he said.
“Thanks,’
We walked out and locked the doors.
“What do you do for work?” I asked him as we began walking down the sideway.
“I’m a history teacher at the local high school,” damn, a teacher like that would’ve definitely made me pay attention in class.
“When did you move here?” He asked.
“Today, actually,”
“Running away from someone?” I froze and looked up at him. He rose a brow and stared down at me.
“What would make you say that?” I asked.
“Nobody moves to this town because they want to,”
“I happen to like this place,”
“So tell me, who are you running from?” He was nosy, but I couldn’t tell whether or not I liked it.
“It’s not a ‘who’ but a ‘what’,”
“Okey, what are you running from?”
“My life,”
“Why?”
“Because it wasn’t mine anymore and I wanted to take it back,”
“Regardless of your cryptic reasons, I’m glad you chose this town,” He said and smiled. We stopped outside my apartment and I lifted my shoulders to my ears.
“Thanks for walking me home,”
“I actually live here too,” he said and smirked.
“Really?”
We walked in and he was on the floor above mine. We said our goodbyes and i walked inside. When I closed the door, I leaned back toward it and tried to recap this day but it was foggy.
Easton had caught my attention. A history teacher who knew how to make coffee, he was interesting and more importantly, he wasn’t a werewolf.
I woke up to someone banging on my door.
When I looked through the keyhole and saw his face and disheveled hair I was suddenly very much aware of how newly awake I was. I patted down my hair and fixed my robe.
“Hey,” I said when I opened the door. He was in a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His thick hair was messy and he looked just as awake as I was.
“Do you have coffee?” He asked tiredly with a cup in his hand.
I smiled and nodded my head.
The coffee brewed and he sat on the chair and dragged a hand over his face.
I tidied up in the kitchen and put everything away. Just as I reached up in the cabinet to bring down two cups, I felt someone behind me. His arm came around my head and pulled down a cup, handing it to me. His body brushed against mine and I felt the heat he exuded.
“Thank you,” I said and adverted my gaze. I placed my hair behind my ear and walked over to the coffee pot.
“Do you have any plans today?” Easton asked and took out the creamer from the fridge.
“No, I got my schedule sent to my mail and don’t work until Friday,”
“Great, drink your coffee and get dressed, we’re going on an adventure,” I furrowed my brows and looked at him.
“What adventure?”
“You’re new here, I’m gonna show you the town. It’ll take about ten minutes,” I laughed and nodded my head.
Excitement crept through me and Easton was gleaming as he drank his coffee.
We walked through town and he wasn’t lying, it didn’t take long to see all of it.
There were a few stores, one clothing store, one supermarket, a few restaurants, and a bookstore. Then there was the school and underground club where everyone spent their weekends.
He took me into the school and showed me his classroom.
The kids ogled and the girl’s cheeks flustered as we passed them in the hallway.
We walked downtown and three guys came at us. I felt Easton’s hand pressing against my arm and pushing me closer to the wall as they passed us by. He positioned himself closest to the guys. One of the guys scanned me from top to bottom and another glared at Easton, his eyes narrowed but Easton held his stare and lifted his head. The guy cleared his throat and looked away.
“In here,” he said and opened the door to the restaurant. It was Italian with a very homey feel.
We sat down in one of the booths and the waiter came out and took our orders.
“When are you gonna tell me your story?” He asked and twisted his fork in the spaghetti.
“What makes you think it’s an interesting story?”
“A girl like you, moving to a town like this, I know that it’s an interesting one. Will you tell it to me?”
“Yes, when I’ve known you for more than two days, I’ll tell you.
Will you tell me yours?”
“It’s not interesting,”
“I bet you’re wrong,” He drew in a deep breath and wiped his mouth. He placed his arms on the table and leaned forward.