When 2 Universes Collide

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Pretty Girl

It was 8:35A.M here in Boise, Idaho. I was getting ready for yet another boring day of work at Starbucks. I applied my eyeliner, then started to throw my hair up into a ponytail. My toffee colored eyes stared back at me as I finished my up-do. “Lani, you’re going to be late for work!” my brother yells from downstairs. “I’m coming!” I yell back. I give one last tug to tighten my ponytail, then run downstairs. “About time,” my brother says, sliding a plate with my breakfast on it. “Sorry,” I reply in my “sorry-not-sorry” voice. “Thanks for breakfast.” I grab my fork and shovel my food into my mouth. I finish with one last swig of orange juice, then grab my jacket to head on to work.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Garett asks.

I sigh heavily, then trudge over to him. He pulls me into a way too tight hug, which I desperately try to escape. Once I do, I punch him in the arm. “Not cool, Garett! I’m going to be late,” I said, trying to catch my breath from the hug attack. “Alright, alright. Go on to your stupid coffee job at Starbucks, I’ll see you later.” “Bye, I love you,” I say, walking out the door. “Bye, kiddo!”

I close the door, then walk down the porch steps to my car. I start the engine, put on a playlist, then make my way to work. As I pull into the parking lot, I see my friend, Violet, through the window. She was talking to another one of my co-workers, Trevor. I could feel the heterosexual activity from inside my Volkswagen. I get out of my car, then make my way inside the shop.

“Hey, Lani!” Violet says when I walk in. “Hey,” Trevor adds. “Hey guys,” I reply. “Any customers yet?” “Just one, she ordered 2 cake pops and a pumpkin spice latte,” Violet answers. “Alright,” I say, going into the back to grab an apron. “So,” Violet says when I walk back out. “Want to get lunch later?” “Yeah, I’m down,” I say, leaning against the counter. “Great!” Not much happened before lunch. A couple came in, a mom with her 16 year old daughter, (I'm just guessing on that age), and the prettiest girl I have ever laid my eyes on.

She has short, parted black hair, which faded into this gorgeous sea foam green. Her bright, icy cold blue eyes made my face turn into flames. Her pale skin practically glowed in the sunlight, which gave her a goddess vibe. Her eyeliner looked so good on her, and her eyebrow piercing really pulled her outfit all together. She had a black denim jacket pulled over her red shirt. Her ripped black jeans had a dangling chain that jingled as she walked. She also had these black combat boots, which made her look so much taller than she really was.

“H-Hello, what may I get help you? I mean, um..” I stumble over my own words. I tried to say “what may I get you?” and “How can I help you?“, not what that monstrosity was. “I’m sorry, what I meant to say was how can I help you?” “It’s okay,” she says, smiling. “I’ve done worse.” I chuckle. “Can I get a grande cold brew coffee?” “Yes, of course, anything else can I get you?” I asked, my eyes fixed on hers. “Your number,” she says, smirking. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. “Nah, I’m kidding,” she says. “Just the cold brew for me.” I let out a soft laugh, hoping to hide my slight disappointment. “Sure thing, that’ll $3.25,” I say. “One grande cold brew!” I yell to Violet. She gave me a nod and a thumbs up.

As The Pretty Girl hands me her credit card, she slips me a piece of paper. “Call me,” it read, along with a phone number. My heart leapt into my throat. Was this real? Did a really hot girl just give me her phone number? Am I dreaming? God, this felt like a dream. If it is, don’t wake me up. I gave her her coffee, and she winked at me as she walked out the door. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I read the note again. She just gave it to me? Really? A familiar voice wakes me from my thoughts, shaking me into the real world.

“Hellooo, Laniiii,” Violet says, waving her hand in front of my face. “Ah, sorry,” I say, looking at her. “Lunch at In-N-Out?” “Sounds great,” I say. “Oh, hey can I bring Trevor?” Violet asks eagerly.

I gulp. Sure, Trevor knew I was a lesbian, and so did Violet, but their.. heterosexual auras.. make me feel awkward. Like, what if Trevor thinks I have a crush on Violet? Maybe they'll think I did this to try and steal her away! Even worse, maybe Trevor'll think I like him or try and fix me or something. Not that I think he'd do that, but y'know.

He could.

“Um, yeah sure. You could bring Trevor,” I reply. “Yay! Thank you!" She gives me a hug, her minty scent washing over me. "Er.. you're welcome?" I say. So, third wheeling Violet and Trevor.. sounds so fun. "Alright, go get him, I'll start up my car," I say. "Okay!" she says, skipping to Trevor. As she asks him, I remove my apron, carefully placing it back on the rack. "Ready to go?" I ask 0nce I return from the back room. "Yeah," Trevor mumbles. "Yep-dee-do!" Violet says cheerfully. "Alrighty, let's go," I say, grabbing my car keys. It wasn't a long drive to In-N-Out, maybe around 10 minutes. As we took our seats, I pulled out The Pretty Girl's note. My eyes read over it again and again. Pretty girl gave me her number. We can talk now. Oh my God, we can talk.

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