Never grow up.
She looked at him.
“Soooo, what am I getting?” He wanted to try something that she suggested, but he forgot.
“It was the vanilla latte, remember?” She sighed out of exasperation.
“Oh yeah, the vanilla iced latte.”
“No! It’s the ICED vanilla latte!”
“Whatever, same thing!” He grabbed her hand and held it.
They entered the coffeehouse and the fresh scent of brewed coffee filled her lungs.
“Are you in line?” she asked a couple who were patiently leaning against one another. They shook their heads.
She got to the front and ordered her favorite drink. “Hi! Could I get a vente caramel macchiato upside down please?” The cashier nodded and repeated everything she said under his breath.
She walked to the door and stood there.
She looked at him. He was so perfect. The way he was standing there, the way he casually stuck his hands in his pocket like nothing mattered, his quiet, low tone of voice, and his posture. She loved him and she was still staring when he finished ordering and stuck whatever he had in his hands into his pocket. She smiled.
He took his spot next to her, leaning against the counter.
It was just a normal outing, another day to hang out with him, but every time they go somewhere, whether it be the same place or different, she was always amazed by him.
Everything.