“Carla Babes, hit me up,” I said, assuming position on my usual stool.
She was wiping the counter. “Aussie! You’re late tonight. Stalking overtime?”
“Eh. Today wasn’t so great.”
She stopped wiping to grab my drink. “What happened?”
“I somehow missed her at the end of the day.”
“You’re losing your touch,” she said, slapping my Rum and Coke down on the dark wood counter.
“I’m losing something…my marbles, maybe.”
Carla leaned her elbows down on the counter, displaying her massive cleavage. “Anything good at all happen today?”
I started to laugh. “Actually, something great happened. I found my goat.”
“Your coat?”
I chuckled again. “My goat. With a G.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
I proceeded to tell her the story, everything from how Aubrey and I found him to the shit—quite literally—that happened while on the road.
“Aw…that’s so cute. So, he’s kind of like your child.”
“That was what Aubrey used to say.”
She must have noticed a look of melancholy wash over my face. “What’s wrong?”
“There was a man’s jacket hanging in her room. I think he’s living with her. They could be engaged or married for all I know.”
“Well, you wouldn’t know, would you? Because you haven’t talked to her.” She took her rag and whipped it over my head jokingly.
“This has to be handled carefully. I don’t want to fuck it up.”
“There’s handling it carefully, and there’s avoidance. How long are you really gonna camp out like this? You need to just rip the Band Aid off, man.”
Taking one last gulp down and slamming the glass on the table, I said, “I hate when you’re right, Carla Babes.”
“You must hate me all the time then.” She winked.
Aubrey looked so incredibly beautiful walking into work the next morning. It was windy, which made her hair especially unruly. As usual, she stopped into Starbucks to grab her coffee before heading into the building.
The ache in my chest was bigger than ever because I knew D-day was nearing. Even though I’d made a vow to “rip the Band Aid off” in the next couple of days, I still hadn’t figured out how I was going to approach her.
When she was finally safely inside, I let out a deep breath and exited my truck to head into Starbucks and get my own coffee. Hung over again this morning, I’d slept through my alarm, arriving too late to risk going in earlier and paying for her drink.
I decided to try something new today. I wanted to taste Aubrey. Well, I wished. Instead, I decided to order that frou frou drink she always ordered to see what it tasted like.
“I’ll have a large nonfat, three-pump vanilla latte, low foam and extra hot.”
The young cashier’s face always seemed to light up when she saw me. “You’re ordering her drink today…for yourself?”
“Changing things up, yeah.”
“What’s your name?”
“Why do you need my name?”
“It’s just procedure with specialty drinks. We write it on the side.”
“Oh…Chance.”
She wrote my name in black marker on the cup, and I walked over to the other counter where you’re supposed to pick up your order.
I watched the barista make a couple of the drinks in line before mine. What a friggin’ process between the steaming and the frothing. It better have been complicated for five-bucks a pop.
I heard the cashier’s voice. “Aubrey. What are you doing back so soon?”
My eyes quickly darted toward her then I immediately pulled my baseball cap down and turned around toward the back wall. Heart pounding. Chest constricted. Stomach nauseous. A rush of adrenaline.
Oh Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
My heart had never beat so fast. I heard her voice behind me. “My boyfriend came into my office to talk to me and knocked my drink down with his elbow. It spilled all over my desk.”
Fucking clutz.
“I’m sorry. Let me get you another one free of charge.”
“Thank you so much, Melanie. I appreciate that.”
It felt like the walls were closing in on me. The sound of the steaming milk suddenly seemed deafening. I wondered if I could get away with sliding away slowly with my back facing the wall until I was behind her and out the door. Just as I’d started to move, the kid making my drink shouted, “Chance!”
“Did you just say Chance?” Aubrey said.
At this point, I was just behind her.
Melanie, who probably figured Aubrey was just my innocent crush, decided that moment would be a good time to play matchmaker. She outed me. “Chance is the guy who paid for your drink the other day. He’s right there.”