“Here you go sir,” I smile as I hand him his coffee. As he walks away I look over the shop, busy and calming at the same time. I know it’s cliché, working at a coffee shop, but that’s what I like about it, the normalcy.
“Can I get a-”
I turn to my customer and it feels like my heart stops. An all too familiar face stares shocked back; but whereas his fades into a smile mine turns to a glare.
“Cath, I need to go home early,” I round the counter and head for the door.
“Wait!” he yells after me.
So I run. But down the street I hear running footsteps catching up so I turn on him. “Leave me alone! I never want to see you again.”
“Why not?” He’s calm as always, which somehow just makes me madder.
“Because when we meet my life gets ruined, every time. All,” my voice grows slower, harsher, “one thousand of them.”
“You’ve got to admit, life 547 was fun,” he ch