Chapter #5 (Sarah)

Sarah

Groggily, dizzily, and exhaustedly (are there other words to describe that it was too early???) I slowly made my way through the door into the empty Starbucks and dropped my heavy bag onto one of the tables, sighing with relief. I continued to slowly make my way to the counter where Mark greeted me with a huge smile.

“Good morning sunshine! What can I get for you today?” He annoys me at times. I opened my mouth in attempt to order but all I could manage was a yawn in his face. He seemed to get the message.

“Venti coffee it is.” Mark said. Sarah could tell that he was surprised that she was actually too tired to speak.

"Hmm, Triple Caff couldn't hurt" He added thoughtfully.

I put my purse on the counter, and Mark took the money I owed out and gave put the change back.

“Your drink will be ready soon.” Mark chirped. I flopped into one of the hard cold chairs and almost fell asleep upon contact. Over the course of 20 minutes I managed to actually fall asleep with my head on the table (really, really tired. Remember?) “Bitch of Living” suddenly and loudly came on, I jerked awake in a subconscious response to the song that was my alarm. A song that was actually sung by George was actually my old alarm, but I changed it, because his voice waking me at 5 AM was not good for our "relationship." Mark, unfortunately, had to change the song before the chorus because profanity at Starbucks was frowned upon. When I had suddenly woke I saw George walking in the door. I quickly smoothed my hair (like that would help the nest which we call my hair) and smiled at George when he walked through, then I realized I still hadn’t gotten my drink from Mark (That's theft, because I "paid!") I watched George as he walked to the counter and ordered his drink. I glared at Mark as he made the drink. Finally Mark put up a Grande Americana and a Venti Coffee, and smiled evilly at me. I walked up at the same time as George and smiled at him and he smiled back at me. I grabbed my drink and immediately took a sip. George took his and suddenly the lid sort of back-flipped off and the drink spilled all over me. I was furious, my favorite sweater stained, and the drink was burning hot! This was when I was going to finally bring truth to the rumor that I was a evil-murderous vampire. She looked up to say something mean (and possibly eat a human), but before I could speak George spoke first

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Suddenly it came back to Sarah; George was her life, she loved his movies, music, and everything about him

He made an attempt to fix the damage with his hand, which sent chills through my body in spite of the burning hot coffee.

“Oh, I’m fine, I guess.” I responded meekly, feeling bad for wanting to be so mean.

“Just let me make it up to you.” George suggested to me. I could definetly think of some ways he could "make it up to me."

“Well…I guess that would be okay!” I felt strangely happy to finally make an impression on George, even if it meant ruining her sweater.