*I’m a little behind on my a to z challenge but I’m continuing. I will catch up*
A young woman comes home from a long day of waiting tables. She’s looking forward to reading her new girly mag and sipping the iced coffee she bought for herself on the drive home. She tucks the magazine under her arm and grabs her coffee from the center console then swings open the car door. When she steps from the car, her ankle twists on a piece of broken sidewalk. Her body jolts and the magazine drops to the ground. As she bends to pick it up she forgets that she is holding the coffee. The coffee plunges forward with the tilt of her hand and bursts through the lid spilling atop the magazine. She wonders, “Could it get any worse?”
A young man gets done cutting his final lawn of the day. It’s a hard, tedious, exhausting job but it’s great summer money. He loads up the back of his truck with the machinery used throughout the day. He takes a long drive home, circling past the mountain homes that he daydreams he will one day own. His stomach roars and he’s reminded that he hasn’t eaten the entire day. The sudden awareness of his empty stomach makes him all that much hungrier. He remembers there is a corner store on his way home that makes great hoagies.
The girl pulls up to the store. She is annoyed that she will have to spend eight more dollars on a cup of iced coffee and the girly magazine. But, she already planned out how she would unwind. She will be glad later that she went back to get them both. When she enters the store there is a line of people waiting. “Could this get any worse?” she mumbles again.
The boy pulls up to the store and frowns at the row full of cars in front. He spots an empty space off to the side of the building and pulls in. He walks through the door and notices there is a line and contemplates leaving. But, as he is about to turn, a girl in a waitress uniform catches his eye. He looks down at his grass stained jeans then takes a spot behind her.
He looks at the magazine tucked underneath her arms and blushes when he reads one of the bold headlines.
As she goes to pay a voice calls out behind her, “I’ll get that.” The clerk’s eyes rise.
When the girl turns to see who’s speaking, she locks eyes with a handsome boy whose hair is tousled. His skin is red as if he was out in the sun all day, but, his eyes twinkle.
“A magazine and a coffee, I think I can afford it.”
“Thank you,” she says. She grabs her order pad from the pocket of the apron which is still wrapped around her waist. “Since you picked up my check, can I get your number?” The words fall from her mouth before she can think about how they sound coming out.
The boy grabs the pen and scribbles across her pad. “My name is Luke.” He smiles
“Nice to meet you Luke, I’m Melody.” The girl walks slowly out the store but steals a glance before leaving.
She thinks about the events that led up to her return trip to the story and laughs. “Kismet,” she says, “Can it get any better?”