This is "our story" as I wrote and posted it on the wedsite I'm working on. Enjoy.
In May of 2007, Mary got a job at Starbucks. On her first day of work, Opie came in for his double tall no whip mocha. And then he came in again. And again. And again and again and again. Well, maybe not that many times the first day, but there were plenty of shifts with multiple visits from Opie.
Apparently, Mary had caught Opie's fancy; a fact of which Mary was gloriously unaware. Opie was the first customer whose name she memorized - it's a rather memorable moniker, after all. She certainly sat with him on the patio (and a slew of others) on her breaks. However, she had no idea that he was now a muuuch more regular customer since she had started, due to his attempts to figure out her haphazard work schedule.
For some reason or another, a rumor was spread about between coworkers and regulars that Mary was leaving for school at the end of summer. This was true, but a rather key detail was incorrect. See, Mary's new school was all of about 45 minutes (or 30 if you speed) north of her home and workplace. The rumor claimed that she was headed about 15 hours away to Colorado when September rolled around. Slight disjoint there.
It wasn't until sometime in July that Mary set the record straight for Opie. The very next day, Opie nervously asked her on a date (but only after pacing the lobby for a while, working up courage) over the drink handout bar while Mary worked. The answer was at first, "What?" since there were blenders whirring and espresso shots pulling, but he eventually got the "yes" he was looking for.
About a year and a half later, he got the even bigger "yes" he was looking for when he proposed on bended knee (but not at Starbucks).
3 comments:
Cute, cute, CUTE, sister of mine! Have I mentioned that I like your writing style?
We should totally write a book together. We would fill it full of awesomeness.
Wugaboo!
Awwww, thanks, sister of mine!
And yes. It would be a book full of awesome, other than the fact that I have a lot of trouble formulating fictitious plots and characters and dialogue.. and who really wants to read about my reality? Yay, suburban middle-class girl makes coffee and attends classes, while raising silly animals and marrying a software engineer. Yaaaay. :P Exciting to me, yes, but I doubt it's too exciting for ze masses.
That is such a cute story!
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