***Hey all you lovely people. To be clear, this is strictly a rough draft. I know it's horrible. I'm totally down for constructive criticism and I'll be adding more to draft very soon. Deciding on where I take this the rating may be changed to R. Love you all. xo Lexi***
"Is it really that complicated to make a decent cup'a Joe?" I thought out loud. I took another sip of my burnt mocha latte and casually walked out of The Grind. I grabbed my keys out of the back pocket of my skinny, dark wash Levi's and unlocked my minty green Bug. I hadn't checked the time but I knew I was late for work.
I hopped in the car and quickly turned on the ignition. Immediately my eardrums exploded. The radio blasting. As I quickly reached over to lower the volume, I spilled a few drops of hot coffee on my work shirt and gasped.
"Shit! Shit! Ouch! Really?!" I frantically searched for a napkin in the side door's compartment of my car.
I found a probably used tissue and patted my jeans. I groaned loudly. Mike, my manager, is totally going to throw a fit over this stain.
"You have quite the vocabulary, miss." I heard the unfamiliar voice say over the ringing in my ears. I turned to see a young handsome police officer crouching down near my partially open window, staring me down. I quickly rolled down the rest of it.
"Oh, yeah." I chuckled uncomfortably. What do i even say? After a brief awkward silence I cleared my throat. "So, is there uh a problem Officer..." I trailed off as my eyes searched his uniform for his name.
"Andrews. And your parked illegally." He said pointing to the stop sign that was literally 3 feet in front of my car. Crap.
"I'm so sorry, officer....Andrews. My morning has been so crazy, I'm already late for work and I honestly didn't notice it!"
And it was true, I hadn't.
He narrowed his eyes.
"License and registration?" He said and I immediately grabbed my license from my wallet and handed it to him. "Just gimme a sec," I said as i opened the glove compartment and frantically searched for my registration. "Aha! Here you go, Officer uh Andrews." I handed him the papers.
He looked them over. He smirked as he examined my license and I got super self conscious.
"What? Why are you making that face?"
"Well Miss Mia Jampolsky, I could ask you that same question." He said with a grin, handing me back my license. I noticed an adorable dimple surface in his right cheek.
"Oh God." I said covering my blushing face with my hands. He was laughing at my driver's license photo.
"Well, you're free to go."
I looked back up at him, confused. "You're letting me off the hook? No ticket? Why?"
"Take this as a warning. But I'll have my eye on you Jampolsky."
"Right on, officer, thanks." I said, relief washing over me.
He winked at me and turned to walk back to his cop car. My stomach fluttered. I watched him walk away in my sideview mirror.
I took a deep breath and looked at the time on the dashboard. 9:12 am. There's no way I'm making it to work on time.
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"Hey there, welcome to Blue Moon Bar & Grill! I'm Mia, Ill be your waitress this evening." I said smiling way too enthusiastically to the attractive young couple sitting at the cushioned booth in front of me. I set their menus down in front of them and whipped out my pen and notepad. "Can I start you guys off with some drinks or an appetizer? The mozarella sticks are awesome." I lied. They're gross.
