"you're late," one of the baristas, clara, smirks at me from across the counter at the coffee shop. "was it that hot boy that you've been with for the last few weeks?"

i just roll my eyes at her, ignoring her comments to take a seat at my usual spot. i put my head in my hands, smoothing back some flyaway hairs that managed to escape my ponytail. 

i reach over to were my book usually is, only to realize that i must've left it in the garden in my hurry. i groan, then force myself to get up. i'm lucky that i haven't completely lost my book yet.