NaPoWriMo 2010 - 19/30

Coffee Shops Are Not For Meet-Cute’s

As I enter the coffee shop, the brown aroma is punctuated only
by the cute girl working the cashier.

I approach cautiously.

“Low-fat latte, please.”
Low-fat? Why the hell am I ordering low-fat? I don’t even drink lattes!

“That’ll be 3.50.”
What? No witty remark about how I don’t need low-fat? Not even a facial reaction? Nothing!

“Not that I’m on a diet or anything. Heh.”
Absolute frozen tundra.

“3.50.”

I pay her, leave, die a little inside, and write a poem about what just happened.