tentative sequel to It’s Monday I’m In Love
They get deliveries to the coffee shop every Thursday morning from Boyd Bakery. Erica never opened on Thursdays until she shift-switched with Harley when the new semester started and she had two evening classes. And her life changed when she met him.
He’s tall, dark and handsome. And has a life ruining smile. And she spazzes out every time he comes into the coffee shop. Worse than Stiles on a caffeine high. She’s lost entire sleeves of coffee cups to the ground when he comes it with the deliveries and fumbled quite spectacularly with her Sharpie pen when he asks her to sign the delivery invoice.
Erica is one hundred percent gone on him. And she doesn’t know his name. The jacket he wears just says Boyd. And he’s never introduced himself, mainly because the first time they met she dropped a jug of milk in surprise and he ran to get the mop they kept in the back. By the time the mess was cleaned, he had another delivery to run.
She knows three things about him. One, the bakery has been in his family for over fifty years, he doesn’t like coffee or tea and he’s majoring in engineering. Hot and brainy. She’s a goner. She loathes being lovelorn. Mainly since she’s seen Stiles mope around over that businessman every Monday. She hopes she doesn’t look that painfully obvious. If she does, than Boyd is being even more of a gentleman to not make fun of her crush. Because she’s offered him a complimentary coffee once in hopes of at least segueing into a possible coffee date. But he just shook his head and said he didn’t drink coffee.
She’s debating switching shifts with Harley again or taking Isaac’s offer at working at the animal clinic despite being horribly allergic to birds. Just to remove temptation and to stop embarrassing herself in front of the one guy that has her acting like a swooning high schooler.
“This is getting ridiculous,” she mutters to herself when she unlocks the coffee shop. She’s turning into Stiles. And Stiles actually got his tall, dark and aggressively handsome. Erica just got nothing. Except an delivery of red velvet cupcakes last week. Boyd didn’t even seem to notice the mistake, he just smiled in that charming way before leaving with the rest of his deliveries. She ate half of them for her lunch break after her subtle invite for coffee failed. Again.
She sees Stiles and Mr. Venti Black Coffee with Oatmeal flirting over the espresso machine.
“Urgh, couples,” she grumbles.
“You should smile more,” Isaac says cheekily over his free tea. “You’re face could get stuck that way.”
“I hope you burn you tongue on that,” she counters.
He just smirks. “Don’t be mad that Stiles has a love life now. Last week you were complaining how unbearable he was being.”
“Yeah, because last week I thought nothing was worse than a pining barista. Now I get to see that.”
She gestures to the puppy love. “It’s like a rom com. And I’m the spunky protagonist’s friend who gets a pity dance at the end credits,” she says and takes a bite of a red velvet cupcake instead of giving it to Isaac.
“Hey, stop eating my lunch!” pouts Isaac.
“That look doesn’t work on me, Lahey. And shut up, I need to eat my emotions right now,” she scowls.
“I come here for the great service,” Isaac says sarcastically.
“You come here for free tea,” Erica replies but hands him the half eaten cupcake.
He stuffs the rest in his mouth. “Good thing I got my cootie shots,” he grins through the icing and cakey dessert.
“Urgh, disgusting. How am I the single one?”
Isaac puts a five in the tip jar. It’s as good as a hug. She looks back at Stiles and sighs. She needs to switch shifts.
“I offered him free coffee! How is that not a come on?” she says.
“Wait,” says Isaac, looking at his tea. “Does that mean you want to date me?”
“No, I do that so that I don’t feel guilty that your mom sends me care packages,” replies Erica.
“She doesn’t send me packages!” pouts Isaac.
“That’s because you drive home every weekend to do laundry,” says Erica with a judgmental look.