Coffee Shop Letters

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chapter 5 (edited)

These last two days off were wonderful but I was ready to get to work. Upon arriving we were a little busy with morning workers coming in. I had a double shift today so I was working a little longer. It was going to be a long day but as always I could use that extra cash in my bank account. Of course Matty wasn’t working so it was a little boring, but to make time pass, I kept myself busy busting tables.

As I was going on my one hour break in between my shifts, I noticed a letter by the register. This couldn’t be any good it was addressed to me. I again waited until I got home to open it.

I didn’t want to look like a fool crying at work. I also wasn’t ready for people to ask what was wrong if I did cry. How pathetic would I be if I said I was crying over a guy I never met.

Once it hit 8 o’clock I headed home and read the note that I shoved inside my purse.


I didn’t think it was proper to call you my silver-haired angel anymore. I was a real jackass to you in my last letter. There are reasons for that, and I wish I could explain them to you. It would clear everything up if I could.

I want to first apologize to you. I’d do it in person, but I’m not ready for you to know who I am just yet. I don’t expect you to forgive me because trust me I wouldn’t. Again I’m truly sorry.

Yours Truly,

Mystery Man

p.s I promise this isn’t the last time you hear from me even if you don’t respond, I’ll make it up to you I promise.

Who does he think he is to all the sudden apologize. It’s been what a month or so since we’ve written to each other. I’m doing just fine without recieveing these letters, he can obviously tell I’m doing fine since he still comes into the shop. With all that in mind, I ripped the letter up and just ignored it.

This guy is making my head spin, one minute he’s flirting with me, then he has a girlfriend and wants nothing to do with me. Now he’s apologizing to me. What did his girlfriend do, leave so now he needs to fill the void until a new one comes along. I refuse to let a guy use me. He’s making me want to rip my hair out and scream bloody murder. All I can ask is, why now?

The next day at work, I busied myself so I wouldn’t think about the letter and who this mystery man was. I decided not to write him back either, I didn’t plan on giving him the time of day, but at the same time, I wanted to tell him off. The whole thing was out of hand and it was messing with my head. I needed a vacation, but I couldn’t afford to take any time off.

Deb had asked me to stay later and help in the kitchen due to her husband being sick, and he needed her at home. With the holidays around the corner, I could use that extra money. I mean I only had three people to buy for, my dad, my sister and of course Matty.

I’ve been thinking about finding myself a new job. I love the one I’m at but I could use a little more money in my pocket. There’s a secretary position at Black Inc, and I’m thinking about applying. Considering it’s a Monday through Friday job I can work here at the coffee shop on the weekends. I’d be able to live a more comfortable life.

By the time my shift was over, there at the register was a single white rose with a single piece of paper. As always I waited until I got home to read it. It wasn’t a long letter like all my others were, this one just simply said

I know it doesn’t mean much to you, but I’m sorry for everything. Xoxo

Being the sucker I am, I smelled the rose and headed to the kitchen to put it in some water. I was too lazy to cook dinner, so instead, I ordered a pizza.

While waiting for the pizza to arrive, I started thinking maybe I should respond and ask why. Why he had to be a jerk about it and pretty much lead me on. Why couldn’t he tell me he was also talking to someone else or even let me down in a nicer way than he had.

At the same time, I can’t figure out why I’m so hell-bent on who this mystery guy is and finding out everything I can about him. I mean I don’t know what he looks like, maybe he is some old creep playing a joke on me or a high school kid playing a prank. My mind is a jumble of a mess and I need a break from it, and with that, there was a knock on my door indicating that the pizza was here.

After paying the pizza man and grabbing a can of sprite along with my laptop, I sat down and looked up the application for the job at Black Inc. I’m hoping that maybe next week I’ll hear from them for an interview at least. I don’t have any experience on being a secretary, but I do have skills dealing with people. From what I read in the description there wasn’t much they required for you to do. Just simple things like planning the boss’s schedule, typing out the notes the assistant takes during a meeting, filling, and answering/transferring calls. With my fingers crossed, I finished filling the application out and hit the submit button. Now all that was left to do was wait and see if I got an interview. If not I would move on to find a different business to apply at.

If I do get this job, I’m going to need a whole new wardrobe with more professional clothes like pantsuits. I wasn’t one for dressing up, but I’d do it if I got the job.

So with one last silent prayer in hopes of getting this job, I cleaned up my mess and headed to bed.

The weekend seemed to speed away from me, but at the same time kept me busy between work and trying to get things done around the house. I almost forgot that I had applied for the job at Black Inc.

I didn’t even hear from Mystery Man. I wasn’t sure if that made me upset or if I was glad that I hadn’t heard from him. I know I shouldn’t care whether he writes or not, but at the same time caring that he hasn’t written to me, is making my head spin. I really need to get this dude out of my head and completely forget him. It should be easy since I have no clue who this person is.

By the time my shift was over I was ready for bed and it was only midday. Taking my phone out of my pocket I had a missed call for an unknown number and a voicemail. Not wasting any more time I listened to the voicemail while I walked home. To my surprise, it was someone from Black Inc calling me and letting me know I needed to call them back to set up a time for an interview.

Stepping into my apartment I rushed to call them back. It took three rings before someone finally answered the phone.

“Black Inc, this is Lisa. How may I help you?”

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