Fated

But if the World Was Ending?

"But if the world was ending

You'd come over, right?

You'd come over and you'd stay the night

Would you love me for the hell of it

All our fears would be irrelevant

If the world was ending."

-if the world was ending, JP Saxe

     Two students run towards the safety of the Broken Mug Coffee House that I was currently working at. Their hands out stretched over their heads and the snow hail mix beats down on them. They throw open the door and kick their boots against the side of the glass door. I absent-mindedly wipe at the counter as I watch thick clusters of snow fall steadily towards the ground outside the Halloween decorated window. Liam and I had spent hours over the weekend drawing those kid-like ghosts and skeletons.

     Squinting, I could still make out the street light that sits not five feet from the side of the Broken Mug. It was beginning to get distorted by the sheer amount of snow falling through the air. It didn't help that the wind was causing the snow to whip around in all directions. I bet by the time I get off, I won't be able to see anything but white outside. The loud sigh of one of the many sorority girls currently clustered around the register causes me to turn away from the window and back to the large line of customers.

     Liam takes another order and slides the paper cup towards me. I quickly read the markings and begin to prepare the Caramel Macchiato. The Broken Mug is beyond packed. Bodies are in every available seat, groups of girls are now starting to sit on the ground, using their coats as a cushion. The hiss of the steamer fills the coffee house and hunched over students whip their heads in my direction to glare at the source of their distraction.

     I've never understood why people come to a coffee house to study. I get the need for coffee, but other than that, it's not a very quiet place to focus. Despite the raging storm outside, The Broken Mug is surprisingly busy for a Wednesday evening. The Broken Mug is one of three coffee shops in the small town of Forest Grove, it tends to be the favorite to all the college kids that attend Christian Saint James University. Not to mention Liam draws in large numbers of women.

     I pour the shots of espresso on the bottom of the cup and then carefully pour the steam milk on top so that way it won't mix together. I then drizzle a ton of caramel sauce on top and snap a lid on it. I slip a coffee koozie on it and place it on the bar.

     "Sophie!" I call, my voice getting lost in the hustle and bustle of the very busy floor. I glance around to see if I can meet any waiting customers' eyes, there are too many people waiting around for coffee.

     "Sophie!" It trickles out of my mouth a little louder this time, the students closest to the bar glance up and then return their gazes to their computers.

     "SOPHIE!" Liam's deep voice booms into every nook and cranny of The Broken Mug. His voice calls everyone's attention, their eyes staring at the two of us. A small girl with straight black hair stands from her overflowing table and moves towards the bar. Her body hits almost every chair as she weaves through all the overflowing tables and too close together bodies.

     "Sorry." She mumbles grabbing the coffee and I smile at her in response.

     "You've got to learn to speak up Bren," Liam says with a brush of his shoulder. His sandy colored hair is curly and almost long enough to be bothersome. He smiles his cute dimpled smile at me and I can't help but suck in air in nervousness. I can only guess what his lips taste like.

     "I know," I tell him, tucking a piece of dark hair that has fallen free from my high ponytail, "I just can't seem to find it in me." Liam smiles at me and his honey-colored eyes bore into mine. When Liam looks at me, it's like it's only the two of us in the entire world.