218 days left till graduation. 218 days till my life begins.

I hate the rain. It's quite funny actually, considering the fact that I live in England.
I swear if rain was a person, their favorite place to be would be England.

Anyways you might be wondering as to what I am doing out in the rain.
On a Sunday that too.

Well, I decided to get a job.
I couldn't sit at home twiddling my thumbs anymore and my mum suggested that I get a job. Get some "work experience" so I hence find myself here, in The Lanes trying to find a little café called 'That Little Tea Shop In The Lanes'.
No, I'm not kidding, that is actually the name.
Yes, it's a tea shop. Yes, it's located in The Lanes.
They were the only place that had an opening ok?

For those of you who haven't been to Brighton, let me set the scene.

The Lanes are one of the most visited tourist spots in Brighton. It's basically a collection of narrow paths and alleyways and they are all lined with tiny shops. It is, to be honest, really cute. I don't actually mind working in a place called 'The Little Tea Shop In The Lanes' only because it's in The Lanes.
I mean, fingers crossed, I hope I get the job.

It is getting colder by the minute. I wonder how that's even possible and then I am reminded that I live in England.

I finally locate the little café and it genuinely looks really good. Better than other cafes that are, here to be honest. It's got your classic French windows and when you look inside it looks all cozy and warm and just really classy.
I take back whatever bad joke I made about it's name.
It's got a few chairs outside it as well but I highly doubt anyone is going to use those now.

I enter and a small bell rings.
They even have the bell on the door.
I am loving this place.
The ambience is absolutely amazing. Truly British.
I now really hope I get a job here.
It's going to be hard working at a McDonalds or something now that I know of this place.

There isn't anyone at counter or in the café' so I just look around. Survey the place.
When I look up, there are open books hanging from the ceiling. At first glance it looks like the books are floating, it's like I'm in some Disney movie. I stare at the ceiling, trying to get a glimpse of the titles. There's a copy of Wuthering Heights, A Tale Of Two Cities, Tess D'Urberville, Sense and Sensibility and the others I can't seem to make out. I'm guessing the owner is a big fan of the classics.

"My mum is a sucker for the classics." I hear a beautiful male voice say.
It startles me because I think I was staring at the ceiling with such concentration that I didn't really notice anyone come up near me.

For a moment I stare at this beauty stood in front of me.
He's really good looking.
He's got a mop of brown hair.
Towers over me a little.
Has a really sharp jawline. I swear I could cut myself if I touch it.
I wonder if his hair is as soft as it looks. Would he let me touch it?

Louisa. You. Have. A. Boyfriend.

"Yes, I can see that. Quite a good collection too." I say.
"I'm Louisa Edwards." I stretch my hand towards him.

"Michael Hamish at your service" he says, giving me a firm handshake and a beautiful smile revealing his dimples. The boy has dimples. He just got cuter. "So, Louisa, what can I get a beautiful girl like you, this fine rainy Sunday morning?" he then says.

Woah. He's known me for about 2 seconds and he called me beautiful. 10 points to the DUFF.

"Haha, well I actually came here looking for a job. I read in the papers that you had an opening." I say.

"Oh! Yes! And I thought working here would be drab! Louisa do you have any work experience, any references, know how to use an espresso machine?" he asks me.

"Well no, no and no." Damn, I just lost the job didn't I?

"Well then Louisa, I'm sorry to say that we wouldn't like to hire you." He says quite curtly.

"Oh well then thanks for.." he stops me by placing his finger on my lip.
Yes. He just did that. Completely normal and ok isn't? I wonder what Travis would say because of my proximity with this man I just met about 5 minutes ago.

"Louisa, we would love to hire you." he says flashing a huge smile. Is it wrong that I want to poke his dimples. 

Louisa Edwards. Boyfriend. Travis. Stop.

"We don't get a lot of people wanting to work at a place called 'That Little Tea Shop In The Lanes' you see" he says laughing. His eyes crinkling when he laughs. Wow.

I should stop now.

"Oh! Really?! Thank You! When can I start?" I say trying not to sound a little over excited.

"Well I can grab an apron from round the back and you can start right away? If you want to that is. Sundays are not very busy actually so I could show you around. How things work and all. We can set up a schedule for you and everything." he then says.

"Oh that would be great! I'd love to." I say.

So in the next couple of hours we set up a schedule. I work from 4 to 7 in the evenings on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and on Sundays from 7 to 2 in the afternoon.
Michael seems like a really fun guy. Someone you just instantly like. He's really easy to talk to and seems trustable.
He shows me how they make their tea and a couple of other things on the menu. Apparently he'll be working with me on all the days I'm here.
I think it's wrong that I'm a little excited.

"So anyways who is the lucky bloke that gets to kiss you on a daily basis?" he asks me when we've pretty much finished planning my time here.

"Why do you assume that I have a boyfriend?" I ask him, giving him a suspicious look.

"Are you kidding me? A beautiful girl like you. Walking round the streets of Brighton. I imagine guys falling at you feet really." he says very casually.

"Well, that is not what happens but that being said, I actually do have a boyfriend."

"What did I tell you. So go on. Tell me his name." he says, quite pleased with himself.

"Well you tell me first. Do you have a girlfriend? What's her name? Then maybe I'll you. Maybe" I retort.

"I'll have you know that I'm very much single. Single as a pringle. No. In fact single-er than
a pringle I'm pretty sure. My best friends are my mum and dad." He says.

At least you have a dad I want to say.

"I shall alert the authorities at Oxford of this new word that you seem to have invented. Single-er. Hmm." I say

He just laughs and asks me my boyfriend's name once more.

"His name is Travis Darcy."

He stops laughing and looks at me with wide eyes.

"Travis Noel Darcy?" he asks very seriously. The cheeky Michael that I was enjoying now seems to have disappeared.

He words surprise me because that is actually Travis's full name.

"The one and only." I say. "You know him?"

"Oh my gosh. Travis Darcy. Are you shitting me?" he says quite angrily now.

Should I be worried by his reaction?