Maybe Someday

1- where it all began

I was a far from your luxurious business man; I was a more your average underpaid, overworked waiter. I was doing the six am shift on a grizzly Monday; that's when it happened. I was sat writing out a stock list when a cough caught my attention; you were far from a movie star, your hair dripping on to the tile floor and the trusted waterproof mascara running across your cheek. A sight for sore eyes, mine to be exact.

But who was I to complain I was far from charming the seven day under eye bag streak and hair wilder than the Australian outback. You were so ordinary even your order of a double expresso was far from exciting; "to go?" I asked you nodded your head quickly as I place a lid over the cup. Placing the change on the counter as you leave the bell ringing being the only thing to signal you had been.

It was in that moment I realised...I forgot to write your name on the cup; it wasn't a big deal but how was I supposed to impress you if I couldn't even do my job properly. The fact the probability that I'd never see you again was high didn't seem to dawn on me but that dripping hair and red cheeks stuck with me for some reason.

As the weeks went by my curiosity grew stronger and I couldn't find you anywhere for the life of me Twitter, Facebook there was nothing. That was until the cafe door bell rung and you stepped towards the counter "expresso?" I asked a smile appearing on your lips, you reply "Yes." Filling up a cup and picking up a pen "your name miss?"
"Oh...uh"
"For the cup miss." I smirked as you giggle to yourself (which might I add was beautiful.) you gave me your name and I slide the cup across the counter you blatantly search my chest for a name tag "Thank you...Billie." Letting out a breathy laugh as you take a sip heading towards the door.

I began to lock up the cafe and head home, my phone going off in my pocket:
Last time I checked my name didn't start with 079 :)

Well, you must of been impressed otherwise you wouldn't have text me...

Who'd have thought a simple thing as writing a eleven digits on a paper cup would have started something so great; I must admit for a while I called you expresso girl because I forgot your name, I thought writing my number instead of your name was such a great idea.