el Mocha Latte with a shot of vanilla and no foam” spewed from my mouth. But as she slowly turned away to make the drink and for some odd and strange reason I thought to myself. “What if she doesn’t know how to make the double latte; What if this is her first day; What if she thinks I am a *censored* for ordering a drink that she doesn’t know how to make?” I waited anxiously and nervously as she made the latte. I couldn’t even bring myself to watch during the few minutes it took her to make it. But when she returned to me with the frothy non-foamy beverage, I knew without even tasting it that she had made it perfectly. She handed me my drink with a smile and I was off. Two weeks went by and for some odd and strange reason I found myself traveling to Jitterbugs before class instead of after to see this girl. And everyday my Double Caramel Mocha Latte with a shot of vanilla and no foam tasted even better. Soon winter break came and as painful as it was to leave the frigid weather of Brockport, I returned home for a much-needed vacation. During my rest from school, I continually thought of the enchanting girl behind the counter making my latte. I couldn’t wait to return to college, not for the classes not for my friends but for her. But when I returned the first Monday morning of the new semester to see the girl that had occupied my mind for the past six weeks, I was shocked to find that she was gone. I immediately asked the manager what had happened to her? And she told me “ A week after the semester had ended she left, she had found a new job working at a Starbucks in Rochester.” I was crushed, the girl of my dreams gone forever and I never even knew her name. And for some odd and strange reason, I never drank coffee again. ...
