I am so done.

Just…

Wow.

The one morning that I decided to be an actual human being and get up and grab some Coffee, there just HAD to be a super long line.

Ugh.

Normally it wasn't this busy, but it was a Monday morning AND the morning of the first snow of Winter, so it wasn't like I could actually complain all that much.

Still, all of these non-regulars needed to get their priorities straight.

So, as I waited in line for my daily dose of life, someone grabbed my hand. I turned to look at the man who had grabbed a hold of my currently lifeless appendage, who was beaming excitedly like a child on Christmas.

"This is crazy!" He exclaimed, his blonde hair falling in his emerald green eyes. Then he looked at me, and a look of realization flashed on his face. "You're not my wife."

'That's the understatement of the century.' I thought, while my voice managed to give a semi-legible 'Nope.'

Then the person behind us spoke, causing the stranger and I to turn around and look at her. She had black-highlighted blue hair and her blue-bell eyes were alight in slight exasperation.

"You're holding the wrong hand, Chaton." She huffed, rolling her eyes. Something flashed in 'Chaton's eyes, and he smirked.

"You sure, Bugaboo?" He asked, almost flirtatiously, and then wiggled his eyebrows.

"We're sure." I nodded, and 'Bugaboo' did as well. The glint in 'Chaton's eyes didn't leave as he looked at me, and 'Bugaboo' fumed behind us.

"Well, I feel committed to finishing this Starbucks experience with you now," He admitted, winking cheekily at his wife.

What?

It was too early for this crap.

Too flippin' early.

"Excuse me," I said as I gave him a weird look. "But I'm not paying."

"Oh." The man deflated like a little kid who was told that 'no meant no'. "Nevermind, I'll go back to my wife now." In defeat, he let go of my hand (thank heavens) and turned to return to his wife, but-

"I'm not paying either." 'Bugaboo' said cheekily, holding her chin up triumphantly. 'Chaton's face instantly went pale, and he hung his head in shame.

"Come hold my hand, sir." The man before us smirked, his black-tipped-blue hair hanging in front of cerulean eyes. "I'll buy you a frappuccino if you want."

'Bugaboo' and I both let our jaws drop as 'Chaton' went from looking sad to looking like it was Christmas all over again. He practically jumped to the man's side, holding his hand. Both 'Bugaboo' and I stared at them in utter befuddlement as 'Chaton' turned around to look at us.

"At least someone loves me." He said, winking at his wife. She pursed her lips in responce, but didn't comment.

In the end, the man in front of us bought all of us something for the morning. As I walked back home with a cup of coffee, I decided that I'd make an Early New Years Resolution.

If my future husband ever did that to me, I'd make him beg for mercy.

(And then that I'd totally do it to him, but that part doesn't matter.)