On Stage [Farkle Minkus]

08 ~ coffee

Scott gave Cassie a tight hug.

"Dad," Cassie said, "Dad, let me go."

Scott wouldn't budge. He hugged her tighter.

"Dad, please," Cassie begged her father.

She tried to move, but he just tightened his arms around her for a few seconds before letting her go.

"Thank you," she said, relieved. "I'll see you later, Dad."

"Bye," Scott said.

Cassie turned around and entered the coffee shop.

She pulled out her phone and texted Randy, letting him know she's at the coffee shop.

She sat down for a minute when she heard someone say her name.

Cassie looked behind her to see Randy standing with a smile on his face.

"Randy, hi," Cassie said, standing up

"Hey," Randy said, running his hand through his hair.

"How are you?" she asked.

"Good, good," he said with a smile on his face. "How are you?"

"Good," she said. "Um, do you want to get the coffee now?" 

"Yeah, yeah," he said, nervously. "Let's go."

Cassie and Randy stood in line to order their coffee and talked.

"How's the play going?" Randy asked.

Cassie was surprised that Randy remembered that she was helping out at the play.

"Good," she said, a small smile appearing on her face. "It's all good."

"When is the play again?"

"It's next week on Friday," Cassie responded. "They're performing all weekend."

Randy nodded.

"You're not thinking of coming, are you?" Cassie asked.

"I don't know," Randy shrugged. "Just wondering when it is."

Cassie was hesitant on whether or not she should believe Randy or not. 

Cassie and Randy got to the front of the line and ordered their drinks.

"Here, let me pay for your coffee," Randy said.

"What?" Cassie said, surprised. "No, it's okay -"

"Hey, it's okay," Randy smiled. "I asked you to hang out."

"Randy -"

Randy wouldn't hear any of Cassie's protests.

He insisted on paying and wouldn't let Cassie pay him back for coffee.

Once their coffee was ready, they picked them up from the counter and sat down at a table.

"How is the play going?" Randy asked.

"Good," Cassie smiled. 

"When is opening weekend?" Randy wondered.

"Uh, it's this Friday," Cassie said. "The first performance is at two."

Cassie took a sip from her coffee. She got an iced vanilla latte. She would get something different, but the thought of trying a new drink scared her. There was something about trying something new and end up not liking it or enjoying it.

"When's the second?" Randy asked.

"The second is at, uh," she tried to remember, "it's at around seven, seven thirty. I'll need to double check."