Laura walked into Clear Mountain coffee, subconsciously smoothing her suit jacket and running her fingers through her straight bobbed hair. She wasn’t aware of the nervousness creeping up on her until that moment. As she walked to the counter to order her cup of Joe her hands gave way to a slight tremble. She stared down at them in disbelief.
“Can I help you?” A soft masculine voice broke her concentration.
“What? Um, yes,” she said shaking her head.
As she looked up a smile met her eyes. Her heart did a cart-wheel. She felt her eyes widen in surprise and a smile sprang onto her face before she could stop it.
“Medium Columbian blend, please,” she said quickly averting her stare. Looking anywhere in fact, but in those piercing blue eyes. A tingling sensation skittered up her spine like lighting in a storm.
“Sure, that will be no problem,” came that velvety voice with a kind reply. “Let me get that right away.”
The heat rising in Laura’s cheeks flustered her beyond belief. She knocked over a display of cookies reaching for her hot beverage. She turned to get away and bumped into the person behind her.
Could this scenario get any worse? She thought to her self.