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the misha mind
Every day for the past couple of months, I've been going to this coffee shop just to see a girl. I don't even like coffee! She only knows my name from coffee orders, and I have no idea what her's is. Since I've seen her gorgeous face, I've been determined to talk to her more and get her number. I've spent so many nights awake thinking about her, and my friends are tired of me talking about her. So, I've finally came to the decsion to finally have more than just daily small talk, I'm going to get her number and she'll be my girlfriend!(hopefully...)
Monday, February 8th, 8:45 am
I will be figuring out her name..
I won't get distracted!
Will she think I'm a creep? fuck me man...
Today is the day Misha has decided to figure out that cashier's name and get her number. As Misha sloppily parked in the cafe’s parking lot, she glared at the window like it owed her money before taking a deep breath and walking inside. Misha patiently waited behind other customers as she slowly made it closer to the counter. She started sweating. “I've never been this nervous over something so trivial? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??” She thought, praying the people in front of her wouldn’t know what to get and would take their time. Sadly, the line went by extremely fast, leaving her face-to-face with the cashier only to look up and realize that the cashier was not the beautiful girl with long black hair and a smile you’d only notice with a magnifying glass, but a much taller man with dark brown hair and a scruffy beard. Internally, Misha screamed. How did she not notice it? No one will ever know. She ordered her black coffee of shame, avoiding eye contact with the cashier, “I don't even like coffee..why do I keep torturing myself?” She mumbled. Misha exited the cafe, getting into her car before slamming her head against the steering wheel and getting judgmental stares from people walking by. The immediate headache and lack of ibuprofen made her regret that choice.
As Misha pulled into the school’s parking lot, the window of her car was immediately ambushed by her friend Tony, knocking on the glass and pointing to the cup of coffee in the cup holder. She rolled her eyes before grabbing her stuff and getting out of the car, handing the drink to her friend, who sensed from a mile away that she had failed again at talking to the pretty cashier, “Again? You know this is like the 6th or 7th time you’ve failed at talking to that girl, right? It's getting a little pathetic, Misha…” Misha stared, stunned, before rolling her eyes, “It is NOT pathetic! I swear I was going to ask for her number today, it was just a completely different cashier this morning!” she whined as they started walking into school, dragging her feet in the halls.
Monday February 8th, 3:56 pm
As the day went on, it was like she was hallucinating seeing the cute cashier walking around school, just not in her work uniform. Misha spent all day daydreaming in her classes about the mystery cashier lady. Holding hands on the beach, getting dinner at a fancy restaurant, and getting a cat together. Those thoughts were quickly shut down by the reminders of her failing grades and the familiar figure that knocked on her classroom door. As her teacher opened the door, there she was, handing her teacher a couple of papers. “SHE GOES TO HERE?? SINCE WHEN WHY HAVEN'T I NOTICED??” Her thoughts ran a hundred miles an hour as she continued to stare at the now-empty doorway."How long has she been here?"Why haven't I noticed her?" As the school day ends, Misha walks through the crowded parking lot, accidentally bumping into someone, "Oh shit, I'm so sorry-" She was quickly cut off by the little boy she ran into, who had a little bag of Valentine's gifts," Uh- yeah, you're fine." He groaned leaning down to pick up the gifts that were dropped Misha leaned down beside him picking up candies and a little envelope with a heart on it, "here you go sorry again I didn't see you!" She says, chuckling, but the boy wasn't laughing with her, he just blankly stared at her until she stopped. With that, the blonde-haired boy left in a hurry, leaving Misha embarrassed and praying to the Gods no one saw that clown show she put on. Misha found her car and drives her sorry ass home, immediately knocking out after taking her meds.