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would have worked better if it were busy like it
normally is in here, but right now it’s actually pretty slow; guess that’s why
people were willing to walk around me before and not use me as a punching bag
to get to the front of the line. I should have paid more attention to my
surroundings before so I could have made up a better lie. Too late now. I can
see neither one believes me, but don’t understand why I would lie about
something so stupid.
    “Yeah, um, okay. I guess you get tunnel vision when
you’re in need of caffeine, huh?”
    I could hug her right now for covering for my
seemingly strange behavior, but since she’s part of the reason I’m acting this
way, I think I’ll avoid that.
    “I’m sorry to say this, but you look like shit, girl.”
    Okay, I take back that desire to hug her.
    “Seriously? I thought I was pulling this look off
pretty well.” When in doubt, make fun of yourself before anyone else gets the
chance. Hopefully this works because I can’t take being the brunt of any jokes,
especially right now in front of Kyle.
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to seem mean; it’s just that you
don’t look like your normal self. Did you not sleep or something?”
    “Actually, the problem is, I slept too much. I laid
down last night, just to take a breather, and ended up waking up ten hours
later to my sister telling me I had to hurry up if I wanted to make it to
class. This day hasn’t gotten any better either since I never did get to have
coffee this morning, so I’m sorry if I don’t look great right now,” I say with
an emotionless shrug.
    “Did you have any good dreams? At least if you had,
that would make this day better, right?” There’s a twinkle of mischief in
Kyle’s eyes as he picks on me, and I wish I could smack him for what he’s doing
to me right now. Of course, he may not know what he’s doing to me and
he’s just teasing me. After all, how would he know that he affects me so much,
or that I did in fact have a mildly interesting dream last night, which may or
may not have starred him in all his glory? I hope my face isn’t giving away
that lustful memory.
    “No, nothing of any interest. Too bad because I could
have used a good, heated, R-rated kind of dream last night after the day I
had.” Two can play at this game. But did I really just say an R-rated dream?
I’ll slap myself on the head later for that one. In the meantime, though, at
least I do seem to get a rise, albeit a small one, out of him as witnessed by
the subtle blush rising up his neck right now. I smile to myself.
    Trying hard not to laugh, he manages to get out, “Did
you really just say that? I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say anything
like that, especially in a normal conversation. Kudos. Well, Jess, who had no
R-rated dreams last night, would you like a cup of coffee, my treat?” he asks
with a smile and a wink.
    “If you’re offering, I’m drinking. It’s probably best
I get some caffeine in me before I attempt a rational conversation.”
    “You mean that wasn’t rational conversation just now?
I think I might hold the coffee if that’s the type of conversation I can have
with you when you’re on caffeine withdrawal.”
    I laugh it off and shove him in the chest, pushing him
closer to the register but that’s a mistake because I get a hands on,
literally, feel of what’s under his loose t-shirt. Damn, I don’t think my dream
did him justice. I see his smile waver from the contact, but he recovers and
feigns pain, putting his hands up in mock surrender while backing up toward the
register.
    That was too close. I slide into the seat he just
vacated and keep my attention focused on Rachel.
    “So, I didn’t know what you drank; kinda forgot to ask
you before I got in line, but the guy up there said you like skinny vanilla lattes.
Was he right or just messing with me? I didn’t know if he was trying to help me
out or make me look like an idiot when I brought this back to you,” Kyle