The overcast sky set the perfect mood for my grumpy march to the Cafe. I swung the door open and nearly hit a kid with neon green hair. I rolled my eyes and pushed past the crowd waiting to pick up their daily caffeine fix.
I claimed the last vacant table with my painfully tiny ass and waited. For the first time since I got out of bed, my legs could shake to the beat of my heart.
A girl in the opposite corner of the room glared at me from her prissy booth next to the window. She probably figured I was on something; Which wasn't altogether untrue.
I glanced down at my phone. There was no hope of receiving a new, merciful command but convincing myself of that was out of the question. So I sat there, yanking my long sleeve over my fist and shaking my leg so hard that China could have felt the tremors.
My gaze wandered until suddenly it all went dark. Someone's hands cupped my face, and I knew by the laughter who the culprit was.
"Jesus, Drew," I pulled his hands off me and laughed, "You almost got me."
"Almost?" He took the seat in front of me, "I felt you jump."
I rolled my eyes while Drew shed his first layer of clothing. His hoodie came off with a slight struggle but then he was free inside his favorite ACDC shirt.
He sighed and glanced back at me, "I thought it was supposed to be cold up here."
"It is cold, you're just hot-blooded,"
He opened his mouth, and I knew the next thing to follow would be his failed impersonation of a classic. I held up my hand to silence him, "Not Foreigner, you know I love Foreigner."
He scoffed and lifted his chin in the direction of my legs, "Hyper much?"
"Just a bit on edge today,"
"You sure you want to add coffee to that equation?"
I twisted my expression, "I'm going to need it to get through the day." He nodded and pushed his expresso colored hair to the side. I noticed the chipped paint on his nails as he waved over the waitress and gave her our order.
I yanked his fingers to my side of the table, "Oh my God, you let her paint your nails, didn't you?"