I glance at my Casio watch and then back at the lone barista rushing around behind the counter. "Running late?" He asks trying to catch my eye.
We'd only been standing there for a couple of minutes but I kind of just wanted to get our drinks and make a swift exit. I could already feel the next embarrassing moment creeping up on me. As I said, talking to good looking guys in bands were not my forté.
"Well no, not really" I say quickly improvising "I've just got a very impatient sister waiting for me round the corner" Good old Flo, always the fall back.
"Oh yeah no I get that" he seems a little awkward, I avert my eyes back to the counter pulling on the fabric of my dress.
Behind the counter an argument seems to be going on. "Well I'll just have to go and get some won't I?" The stressed out barista shouts at the Brown haired bearded man. The bearded man exhales loudly and walks round to the 6 or so customers waiting by the counter. "Sorry guys but we seem to have run out of milk if you would believe it.." the man attempts a smile. "I would understand it you would like a refund but it should only take 10 minutes or so." The man seems deflated. Who wouldn't working on a sunny Thursday afternoon? I feel bad for the guy and decide take a seat. Matty joins me in waiting it out.
"I thought you have an impatient sister waiting for you?" he says looking at me from across the small wooden table.
"She'll survive" I say shrugging my shoulders.
