I've had a crazy craving for overpriced frozen coffee and a breakfast sandwich lately so I knew where my first stop would be. Starbucks, the light of my life. No I am more of a Dunking or Krispy Kreme gal myself when it comes to coffee, but when I'm feeling down or stick in a rut I look to treat myself. (Usually the thing I treat myself to is food.) Starbucks screams luxury to me seeing as there weren't any coffee places close to my house with it being on the edge of the "hood".

I ordered my ride and opened up my messages as I began to text Tyrie not to wait up for me if he gets home earlier than me. Rolling my eyes, I closed my phone because I knew that would never happen. Lately it seems like I could stay out all damn day and I would still get home long enough before Tyrie that I would have already went to bed early from missing him like crazy. Shit I hope he does get home early today just so he can worry me for once and a while.

My Uber ride wasn't long at all. Maybe seven minutes by car, I don't know how long if I were to walk. I might make a day out of walking to get a coffee and people watching. I'm self conscious at the thought of cars driving by me and judging me. "Look at the fatty finally getting some exercise. She needs it." I loved to think of plans and tell myself to do them someday knowing that I was lying to myself. It made me happy, and I felt like I deserved that happiness.

"Please make sure to rate me five stars." The Uber driver said before I could get out the car.

"Yea sure. Have a nice day."

"You too honey."

There was a long line around this particular Starbucks. When I walked in the strong aroma of berries and cream hit me like a truck. I wouldn't mind working up in here, if it wasn't for all the vsco girls and other teenagers wanting all those specialized and complicated drinks that no one has time for. Whew plus the amount of customers they can get at one time is not the move. There were families and people on computers everywhere and the hustle and bustle of baristas making drinks and preparing foods was almost overwhelming. Is it wrong that I sort of forgot that I hate being in public, especially alone? I was beginning to feel small cuz everyone around me seemed to know what they wanted and seemed to be rushing. Then there's me, fidgeting in the line and trying really hard to look at the menu and pick what I want so I can memorize it and recite it to the barista.

A few people got out of line so I moved on up. I was trying to comfortable when I felt a presence very close on my back. Whoever it was better enjoy the smell of my shampoo with how fucking close they were.

"Hello thank you for choosing Starbucks what can I get for you today?"

"U-um can I get a.. venti cold brew with extra creamer, some caramel drizzle at the bottom, and sweetener?"

"Is that all for you today?"

"How much are your breakfast croissants? The ham,egg,and cheese?"

"That is $1.25 by itself." The barista spoke back with a huge smile on her face.

"I'll take one of those as well, heated up please."

"Alright that'll be $6.15 ma'am."

I dug my card and handed it to the lady. She slid my drink to me while I waited for my sandwich to heat up.

This drink is so sweet it's like eating raw sugar

I took little sips here and there till she returned with my sandwich. I turned to find myself a seat when I collided with someone, spilling some of my drink on their shirt. My fat ass tried to save my drink rather than not spilling it all. I must have looked horrified as I tried to dap away the access moisture and profusely apologizing. I could feel the embarrassment sink into my pores and my eyes started to well up.

"I think I'm dry now Sweets." A deep kind of raspy voice said before chuckling.

I dropped my hands from the persons chest and took it all in. This man was the embodiment of tall, dark, and handsome. A fine chocolate nigga with a full beard and white teeth stood before me. He was also huge, probably around 6'3 if I compare him to Tyrie's 6'1 stature. I was in the presence of a god.

How did I get so lucky to experience two incredibly fine men in my lifetime. First Ty now him.

"E-excuse me? Sweets?" I was so busy in my head I forgot to answer.

"Yea judging by your freezing drink choice I can tell you like sweets. Plus I heard your order."

"Oh yeah, I have a major sweet tooth. But look I'm really sorry about your shirt, you must think I'm such a dumbass. Please allow me to pay for some type of dry cleaning or whatever."

I grabbed my wallet to pull out a few bills when he pushed my hand away.

"I honestly can't let you do that. It's just a stupid shirt. No need for a lady to curse that way."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his little cursing comment. Being a lady has nothing to do with what words I use.

"Look I can't just do nothing. I spilled like half my drink on you. Even if you were too damn close to me I still messed up, so what can I do?" I fidgeted and took a quick swig from the leftovers of my drink. I had stuffed my sandwich in my purse a while ago.

"How about giving me your name? I can tell you aren't loving your nickname."

Should I give him my real name? He is a whole ass stranger..

"Are you taking time to think of a fake name or something?"

"Oop..uhh no- my name is Shunt'A." I said softly.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful black queen."

He smiled a pearly white smile that made me think of Ty. That knocked me out of the little bubble we created. We were still in the Starbucks just standing and talking like friends.

"Hey I have to be going now. I'm really sorry about your shirt though."

I headed for the door and then turned back. "You never told me your name sir."

"Khalil." He rubbed the back of his neck. Did I make him nervous? A man like that would never be nervous towards me.

I smiled back to him. "Nice to meet you Khalil. I'll see you around." Then I left towards my next stop of the day.

Tyrie

It was 2:46. I checked. I've checked my phone so many fucking times in the last hour you would think it would have died by now. I left early this morning and hadn't spoken to Tae since. She hasn't texted me at all today. Usually whenever I leave out she texts me a few times to tell me she hopes I'm having fun or something.

At first I was hooping with a few guys at a park near campus. After bout an hour or two we headed to the next spot. A guy I barely knew was throwing some party in the midday. Now I don't know mans like that so I wasn't about to head over but the people I was with all said he was cool. It wasn't too crowded, it felt more like a kicked back.

I checked my phone one more time and made sure my sound was on. I hope she's doing okay by herself. She doesn't have any friends here yet.

"Jonessssss come on. Todd and Rodney are cross faded as fuck again so they should be trying to fight each other again pretty soon. You aren't gonna wanna miss this shit."

I bet she's probably just sleeping

"Yea alright. I'm headed there now Stephanie. Make sure they don't break any furniture this time."

This chapter just flowed out.

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