For the Love of a Patriot || 𝗖𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮 ✔️ [#wattys 2018]

1 | Over Spilt Coffee

It was only Eleven AM and I was already wreaking havoc.

Everything was pretty much frozen at this moment as I was in mid cringe because there was coffee everywhere. Especially and primarily on the hot guy-- you can choose to take that literally, I mean there was coffee all over him-- that was currently nearly drenched in my morning cup of joe. Well... What he made it look like was a nice hot cup of hell yes!

In my hands were clumps of brown and green napkins, courtesy of the counter I had previously almost hit my head on.

Okay, okay let's back up. Let's rewind all the way back to when and why I was in such a rush only 7.44 minutes ago. Then you may get a better understanding of why I seem to have been acting so idiotic.

-Exactly 7.49 minutes ago-

I nearly knocked some street kids over running down the sidewalk-- and it wasn't easy either when you were wearing the most uncomfortable pair of heels in the universe of uncomfortable shoes.

"Wait, goddamnit!" I clenched my jaw frustratedly and stopped myself from running after the godforsaken bus that seemed to have honked at me.

I had just missed my bus and my job was near the end of New York City, ten and a half miles from where I was in Brooklyn. The list of words piling in my head was so explicit that it was starting to sound more and more like an Eminem song by the second.

Breathe, Bennett. It's all good, you just missed your bus that's all. Nothing that's never happened before.

I sighed before looking up. I was conveniently right by a Starbucks.

At least one thing was going right today.

Still flustered and a bit frustrated, I turned, avoiding the children I had just barely missed hitting earlier and entered the coffee shop.

It was a little quiet today, I'd been there a few times before, having recently moved to back Brooklyn a year ago from DC. I worked as a linguist at a University in NYC. My friends called me the polyglot which got old pretty fast. I mean I was one but I knew that.

"What can I get you?" The barista asked me as I was next in line.

I smiled. "Hi. Can I have a Caramel Pumpkin Spice Latte holding the whipped cream please?"

The woman smiled back. "What size?"

"Grande, please."

She nodded. "Name?"

"Um...just put RBB."

She nodded and I paid.

I went over to stand by the side and took out my phone.

Over seven texts from Cam, but no missed calls.

I scoffed. Just to be petty, I turned on my read receipts and opened her messages.

Cam: I'm sorry about dumping Taylor on you last night.
Cam: Rachel.
Cam: Rachel.
Cam: Rachel, I know you're getting these messages.
Cam: Rachel.
Cam: Rachel.
Cam: Rachel.
Cam: Libby, come on, quit ignoring me, I'm your sister.