**Tremaine**
Saturday morning was upon me again. Over the last 18 months my weekend routine had become somewhat of a staple. I'd hit the gym by 8 a.m., workout decently for an hour, shower and hit the Starbucks across the street. Always the same thing a Chai tea latte and a pastry. The baristas knew me by name, or should I say by order. Today was no different, and now it was coffee shop time. Today Ty was taking my order. She had been here for a few months and had always been cordial with a beautiful smile. I enjoyed how pleasant the baristas were, yet another reason I always came to this particular shop. If I was too old to have a crush I might say I had one. Besides here I am 36 divorced with a 6 year old. She couldn't be more than 21. What do I look like even thinking about her in such a fashion?
I order my tea and pastry and head to my corner booth. I read through my emails on my tablet and check the sports ticker for any updates from last night. I sipped and scrolled before I noticed Ty making her way to me table by table. I smirked at her youthful cuteness. Her vibe was poetic to me and I wasn't even much of a poet. I went back to my tablet as she approached. I ran my numbers month over month for the first two quarters of the year. I had been reevaluating things and trying to find a sense of normalcy even though it had been over a year since the divorce. She went for broke on me, took everything I built. I was just thankful I had the wherewithal to bounce back.
**Tyenna**
Mr. Tremaine always smiles at me, it makes me blush something awful though I try to hide it. I've grown accustomed to seeing him here every Saturday. He's been here like clockwork every Saturday since I started 10 weeks ago. I am uber attracted to him but I know he's out of my league. Not that I don't look good or anything. It's just that he has this salt and pepper thing going on in his beard, so I know he's considerably older than me. Frankly that gray in his beard is sexy as fuck. It made me feel like he was sure of himself. Like he knew what he wanted and what he was doing. I could very well be wrong, but that's just what it represented to me. His face still looked plenty youthful, which was a contradiction to the gray strands. He was always so pleasant and I adored his smile.
Making my rounds I am here battling whether I am going to make small talk or not. I am a real nervous wreck and I'm pretty sure it's apparent. As I drew nearer to his table my heart began to pound as though it was prepared to burst from my chest. I see his head raise as I am now but one table away. A softball size lump forms in my throat. I want to speak, I swear I do; but my body will not grant me that courage nor satisfaction.
"Hey Ty, how's your morning been?" His voice flowed from his succulent lips as serene as a peaceful current of a stream. I knew my cheeks were flush.
"I...I... I'm having an ok morning. Even better now that you've shown up." I couldn't believe my own mouth. "I mean I really look forward to my Saturday's. You always make my day brighter." I was so fucking beside myself to have rambled on like so. He smiled like he always did, and it wasn't helping me.
"Well, is that so? I am so glad I can be bright spot in your day. Knowing that has made my day. Thank you."
"No thank you." I couldn't stop smiling now. I tried to walk away and finish my rounds quickly.
"Ty, you have a gorgeous smile, and I hope yohave a great rest of the day."
I want more of this Mr. Tremaine, I am completely smitten. He is just... I don't even know how to put it into words. But whatever it is, he's that. I couldn't help but keep gazing into the corner as he did whatever it was that he was doing. I want him, no I need him. After about five minutes of self-motivation, I built up the courage to walk back over and try to strike up more conversation.
**Tremaine**
I caught a glimpse of miss cutie pie heading back my way, but I stayed focus on the spreadsheet. I figured she was tending to the rest of the tables and what not. But I guess I was mistaken. "Mr. Tremaine. Is there anything else I can get for you?" she asked me in the sweetest of tones. I smirked as my ears were pleasantly stimulated by the sound of her voice.
"No sweetheart, I think I'm ok. Thank you though."
"Oh, no problem... Mr. Tremaine, how old are you?"
"Me? Well I'm seasoned let's just say that." Frankly I was a little self-conscious about telling my age especially seeing as to how I had a mild little crush on her.
"Really?" She chuckled. "Okay how about if you tell yours, I'll tell you mine... Deal?"
"Aight, well I'm 36." I probably winced if I know myself well. I was a tad apprehensive as to her response.
"Really." Her hand rested my shoulder." Well I'll be 24 by year end." She smiled
"Wow, I wouldn't have guessed that you were past 21. Then again you know what they say right?"
"No, what's that?" Ty responded.
"Black don't crack."
"You ain't never lie" she did a quick vogue that had us both cackling. "Well Mr. Tremaine."
"Please Tremaine is fine." I interjected.