Thanks to the help of my dear friends, all the awesome fellow writers and bloggers I met so far, my Facebook page has reached 100 likes.
I may or may not have happy danced around the room and scared the living hell out of the Cat. And the hubby may or may not have looked at me like I’d gone bonkers. However, I’m happy and not only because of that perfectly round number, but also because it’s time to share a bit of the man I’ve been writing for the past 8 months.
Woo-hoo!! Here he comes…
Mid-sentence in her text to Zack, a string of profanities that would have made her late, shameless Nana blush, found their way to her ears.
Curious to know who the foul mouth was, Emily lifted her eyes from her iPhone screen and saw a tall man in expensive looking jeans, a black t-shirt that clung to his chest just enough to show his defined chest and bulging biceps, and worn out boots, standing next to her. His handsome face twisted with an indignant, disgusted look directed at the cup in his hand. The scene made her giggle.
The sound called his attention. He turned to her, glaring through an annoyed and disgusted frown, which only served to heighten the amusement she was trying hard to control. “I take you’re not a student.”
“No, I’m not. I’m just a caffeine addicted brother that was served the worst coffee of his damn life. In fact, calling this awful cup of brewed crap a cup of coffee is insulting.” He emphasized his statement by dumping the full cup into the trash bin next to him. Emily had to bite her lip in order to control a new wave of laughter bubbling inside of her as he continued his rant, “When I went to college, we had better coffee than that.”
Taking in the sight of her happily gulping at her cup, he stopped and looked her straight in the eyes. His expression softened, a light smirk and an amused expression replacing his previous frown. “You don’t look like a student either, so please enlighten me. Why are you torturing yourself with such an enormous cup of this disgusting crap?”
Emily smiled and shrugged her shoulders, taking another sip of the offensive beverage in question. “I was woken up before the sun this morning and I just spent the past two hours in a library room with a bunch of students. Walking in these heels to the nearest Starbucks would have been more torturous than this coffee.”
“Wow, you’re worse than me,” he replied with a wide, perfect smile and an arched brow. “I’m Taylor, by the way.”
I hope with all my heart you like him as much I do. =)