Jess's POV

The last place I would imagine myself being today would be at the coffee shop. I don't why I'm here; I don't usually drink coffee. I'm just sooo tired today, it's not even funny anymore. I didn't get any sleep last night, since I was up doing a stupid Latin project with one of my classmates for most of the night. I felt nocturnal, having to stay up when everyone was asleep, well unless people were still awake at 3am. But here I am though, early afternoon, and even though I took a small nap this morning, I'm still sooo tired.

I sip my coffee as I continue to read the book that Emma has recommended to me. I shouldn't be stressing my head with all these words right now when I'm this out of steam, but this book is just sooo good! The romance, action and the little bits of comedy are just amazing to read, even when my eyes are still attempting to close shut. But the bitter tasting coffee perks me up a bit, and the book helps me stay awake. I'm pretty sure my drowsiness has caused me to have some attention from the baristas here, probably making them worry for the poor customer near the window with the book in her hands.

I hear the bell on the door ring as a new customer enters the shop, and curiosity makes me tear my eyes away from the page in order to take a look at the newcomer.

The man, probably in his late forties, is very slim. He is carrying a briefcase and is wearing a suit, like he is going to take a quick break from work. I hear him talking to the same cashier that I did; he orders a large coffee. I don't think he comes here often because the large coffee is VERY large. At least he's going to get his money's worth of beverage. But I don't really think that a slim man like him would be able to consume that much of that. And I also forget to mention the health measures that drinking coffee would imply. Remembering this, I push my plastic cup of coffee away from me, hoping that I didn't really damage my health all too much. Why am I even drinking that beverage anyways? Oh yeah, right... It's because I'm too tired to think straight and I don't know what I'm doing anymore.

Once the man tells the cashier behind the counter his name, he stands impatiently by the window not too far from me. He stares down at his cell phone, tapping away at the screen, texting somebody.

He looks up at me, smiles, then sits down at the same table as me.

I don't know if this is the way some adults do this, sitting at the same tables as other strangers, but this just makes me uncomfortable. But he doesn't look up at me, he just puts down his briefcase on the floor and keeps looking at the screen of his phone. When the cashier comes back to serve him the coffee, he calls his name to the counter. "Mr. Muffins."

Muffins?? Is that really his name?

I look up at him again, as he gets up from our table and goes to the counter to grab his (very) large coffee, and then he comes back to the table to sit in front of me again, leaving me uncomfortable once again.

He finally leaves when he puts his phone away. He picks up his unfinished cup and leaves the shop silently, the bell ringing at the door as he leaves.

That was strange. That was too strange to even know what's happening anymore. Maybe he was all a dream and I'm just tired. I should really take another power nap.

But after two minutes, my phone vibrates. I pull it out of my pocket to see that Kevin Mullins is calling again. Again. He calls almost everyday still, probably still desperate to have me even though he knows that I'm with Darcy already. But I pick up anyways.

He tells me without even starting with a greeting. "Hey, Jess? My father just saw you at the coffee shop he says. I'm right across the street at the book store. I can come over there if you want."

A/N: hey guys! So this is the first part of the Mullins Mess story that I just came up with off the top of my head. In the comments section last chapter, I saw that tmdbc_fan left a comment saying that I should maybe write from other people's point of views like Tristan or something. But I think that I want to stick with the original girls' points of view because I just want to be as true as I can to the original mother-daughter book club series. I really do appreciate though that you guys are leaving me some more suggestions of what to write next in this one shots fanfiction series!

Until next time, remember to vote, comment and keep on writing!

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