Buenas dias children!
I think its about time I told you about the barista. Yes, this is a long tale, so please bear with me.
This all started, well I really cant say when. Who truly knows. Well, he does, but he's not talking. So anyway, I started noticing this around November of last year. (Can you believe we're in 2012?!? I can't.) Anyway, if you've read my previous post, you'll notice that I'm talking about the same guy. In case you haven't, here it is: Feel Good About It - Marching Band
Since he would only work in the afternoons then, I would only see him on my way to campus, that is if I missed work, which if I were honest with myself was more than I'd like it to be. He was always nice, making pleasantries about my day, the weather, etc. And he would always pay for my drinks. Now, I am not proud to admit this, but there was some light flirting on my part. But that's just how I am. I never once asked him to continue this tradition of free drinks, but he did; and whenever I see him, does.
Back in November, whenever I would encounter him, along with a free beverage came a flirty vibe. I, who am not so sure in my attraction to the opposite sex, ignored it. Thought he was just being nice. If anything, overly nice. So by December, there was this somewhat flirty vibe going back and forward. It was the first, or second week of December that things got complicated, at least from his end. Let's keep in mind people that: I AM NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THE OPPOSITE GENDER. IF ANYTHING, I HAVE JUST RESPONDED TO ANYTHING THAT HE HAS DONE.
So where was I? Oh yes. I had Oceanography on Monday or Wednesday. Don't remember the exact date, but I was sick and not wanting to stay home, finals and all, I went to class. Since I was sick, by the time I walked over to Starbucks, I was somewhat sweaty. I'll admit it, I'm not graceful. As I walked in, I was somewhat disappointed as I did not see him behind the counter. I'm willing to admit that I was a little sad. I ordered my drink, and walked away from the registers to wait. As I did, I rolled up my sleeves, because, hello, sweaty/feverish. As I was looking around, he popped out from the back. Since he didn't have his apron on, I could tell he was on a break. He said hello, and we exchanged pleasantries. As we did, he noticed the tattoos on my wrists, which are a whole other story.
(I have two tattoos, one on each wrist, in different areas. They are each a word, but in Hindi. The one on my right wrist says, "alluring" and the one on my left says, "alone.")
He noticed them and asked about them. FYI: I can't remember what he called them, but he seems like someone who would call tattoos body art. Anyway, I explained what they meant; first right, then left wrist. After a brief pause, like two seconds, he said, "Well, you're not always gonna be alone." As I turned, I came to think that maybe he said that to mean something, I don't know what, but something. When I turned back, he was gone.
Okay, just let me have a girl moment here. WHAT THE HELL DID HE MEAN??????
Anyway, there's more, but I'm super tired and I gotta shower. Work tomorrow. What a bitch.
The chronicle continues tomorrow.