Crazy For You

It was 7:30 in the morning at the CupA Café coffee shop as Cameron Morgan, one of the long trusted employees, sat in one of the chocolate brown booths by the windows. Only one other employee worked the same early mornings as Cameron- her best friend Macey McHenry.

Though it was strictly against the employee code of conduct to sleep during work, the owner, Rebecca Baxter, let it slide for Cameron because it was early, and well they were best friends as well.

Very few people ever entered the coffee shop in the early hours of the morning. But there was one regular that came in everyday, in a business suit, newspaper in hand. One regular that Cameron happened to have a huge crush on.

"Cammie. Cammieee." Macey whispered, shaking me slightly, bringing me out of my slumber.

Waking up frazzled, I looked around hoping that there wasn't anyone around to witness the long line of drool that was connected from my mouth to the table.

Macey laughed and handed me a napkin while saying, "No one's here yet, but Mr. Hottie just pulled up. Maybe you should wake up." Still chuckling, she strutted away, leaving me to smooth down my hair and apron and white tee- shirt that is required of the uniform.

I went behind the counter and stood, pretending to do something until he walked in. As the little bell attached to the door chimed, I brought out my notepad and tried to look as lively (and attractive) as I could this early.

He walked up to the counter giving me that half nod that all guys seem to do and simply said, "The usual." Then he walked to the table set for two by the window.

Throughout the whole year and a half that he had been coming here, I had never seen his eyes. I mean, it's not like he's blind or wearing a mask. It's just that he's always wearing sunglasses when he walks in, and when he is sitting, his head is buried in the newspaper.

So, I couldn't really decide whether he was some sort of terrorist, or if he was just hungover… Every day. Either way, it was fine with me since, well, he is a fine piece of you-know-what.

Macey handed me a drink – peppermint mocha- Mr. Hottie's "usual", winked at me and then pushed me towards his table.

As I reached his table, I tried to think of some way to start a conversation with him. And as I set down the drink, I failed to do so; something that had happened over 200 times now.

He muttered a thanks and took a sip as I walked away disappointed in myself. I was about to go back into the break room and beat myself up (not literally) for not saying something, even hi, to him when I heard a deep voice say, "Excuse me, miss?"

Shocked, I spun around and walked excitedly back to his table. Barely containing my smile at the only words he's said to me other than "the usual" and "thanks", I replied, "Yes?"

And then for the first time in one and a half years, he put his newspaper down and looked at me with stunningly green eyes. I stood dazed and barely heard his words.

"This isn't my drink."

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I said, 'this isn't my drink'. This is a regular coffee, while I always order the-,"

"Peppermint mocha, I know. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, sir. I'll be right back with the correct drink."

I walked away, somewhat giddy, and knowing that Macey had something to do with this. Never trust her when she winks.

"Here you are. Again, sorry for the inconvenience." I smiled a polite, flirty smile at him as I set his drink – the correct one- on the table and turned away when he grabbed my hand.

"Sit with me." He said.

"Uhh, what?" I stuttered, staring at his hand in amazement. We were holding hands. We were holding hands!

"Sit with me." He repeated, and I took the seat across from him warily, hoping this wasn't some kind of joke.

"So, Cameron-," He started, reading my name tag.

"Cammie. Call me Cammie."

"Okay Cammie. So, what does a girl like you do for fun?" He smirked slightly as he organized the newspaper and sunglasses neatly on the table.

"Well, I guess I'm kind of boring. I mean, going to the beach is fun to me. And Macey and Bex take me clubbing once in a blue moon, but other than that I-,"

Zach cut me off, "Go on a date with me."

Raising my eyebrows I asked, "Why?" What? I just asked the guy of my dreams why I should go on a date with him. I can't believe myself.

He chuckled. "Hard to get? Boyfriend? Or simply not used to guys asking you out?" He stated, somewhat to himself, and to me.

"Okay. Fine. I'll go. But to where?" My eyes brightened as I realized that I was actually going on a date with this guy.

He smiled at me. "Let's go to the beach."

I smiled back and then had to say, "Okay, but can I ask you one thing?"

"Sure."

"What's your name?" I felt silly for asking, for not knowing after a year and a half.

He chuckled for what felt like the tenth time.

"Zach. My name's Zach."

And I knew right then, right from the moment I saw his whole face. I was a goner.

Crazy For You

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