"STEVEN, I'M NOT DOING THIS with a baby on the way. You're just going to have to man up and kill the spider yourself-" Pause. "Steven, no, don't throw hair ties at it-" Pause. "Chloroform isn't going to kill a spider, honey-" Pause, "Oh my god Steven just call the exterminator if there's babies...No! You're 35, baby." Snort, Pause. "Steven, I'm hanging up and then I'm gonna get some coffee and think of reasons to not divorce you." The woman sighed and put her phone in her purse. Her dark purple hair slightly obstructed my view of the menu that I knew by heart, yet it was welcomed in my field of vision.

I had sat at this table for two by myself for maybe three years now, and really the only thing to do when you've got three "cups of joe" on your table is to people watch. Not in a creepy way, just an "I write books and Steven really sounds like a character, mind if I interview you?" way. IWBASRSLACMIIIY for short.

After the purple lady drank her coffee while muttering about her martial status, (she was three seats away from me, I didn't stalk her) she got up and left. Her departure saddened me, I felt as if we could really hit it off. You know, if I wasn't gay and she wasn't married and expecting. Well, she might not be married much longer, *Steven, cough cough.* We had the same coffee order. A match made in storybook heaven. Mostly because it wasn't real- I digress.

"Frank!" Ray, the shop owner called. He was probably the only reason I was spinning around the sun still, because he really knows his coffees. "What's up, dude?" Ray lit up at my response. The dude's an actual RAY of sunshine, as one might expect, and he got excited over the smallest things. Once, I saw a customer give him a cupcake and he started crying. He's gotta have stars in his eyes or an amazing sex life 'cause I'd be dammed if I was ever that optimistic. I never really pegged Christa for that type of person, who knows.

"I'm doing great dude, hey, could you do me a favor? Free coffee on the house for a year, I swear-" he cut himself off by giggling. I raised an eyebrow at the man curiously, because Ray takes everything a little too seriously. "I-I'm sorry, that was rude, wasn't it? It's just that that guy outside, by the fruit? He dropped his limes, look here, watch watch-" I turned around and saw a dude with black hair shakily pick up a box of limes before taking a step and dropping them everywhere. Ray burst out in his awkward, shorty laughter, and I admit to this one that I giggled. The fall didn't even seem real, like he was genuinely trying to throw his fruit in the most comical, animated style possible.

"Could you help the poor lime guy? Oh, and pick me up a cupcake." Ray looked absolutely giddy, and I could already see the visions of cupcakes in his eyes. "Anything for you, Toro." He looked flattered. "You only love him for his coffee," Joe-the-other-regular-with-a-suspicious-name said. Ray's eyes widened and began to water.

"Ray, I love ya man. Joe's just bitter." I replied smoothly. "Just like his coffee." Ray huffed. I swear, for a man in his late thirties, Ray really played on his childish side.

"Okay, I'm out you guys. See ya." I pushed myself off the counter I was leaning on and made my way towards the door, which jingled when I opened it. "Anything but vanilla!" Ray shouted. The nerve of that man. The air outside unsurprisingly didn't smell of coffee, but I still found it fascinating that places besides coffee houses didn't smell like coffee. I was almost like I spend all my time in a coffee shop- who am I kidding. I drink three cups and still feel tired.

The boy with the limes was definitely cuter up close, with his tongue sticking out of his teeth. He was wearing a green apron with the words "My Mom Isn't Here, No I Don't Have Your Favorites, Linda." Embroidered around a lemon in the middle. I had seen a similar apron on an older woman, my parents age maybe, that had the same lemon with the words "Donna's Fruit." On it. His however, had a horribly drawn on cat and several scratch and sniff car decals hanging off it. The Freedom scented ones too.

"Need any help?" I asked. He certainly was making a big show of putting his limes away. People around the booth were inching away from it, seeing as he looked like an inexperienced clown trying to juggle ten limes while his foot is slowly being burnt with the Black Flag logo. He jumped a little at my words, smiling immediately after. "Yes! I think I might be like a magnet to them." I laughed a bit at his odd remark. The scent of Freedom was quite strong, yet it wasn't bad. Certainly better than coffee, or that might be my heart talking.

"Don't magnets attract things? For instance, magnetically charged fruit. Wouldn't they come to you?" He scoffed. "Magnets of the same pole repel. Like north and north will never attract and south and south won't, but north and south will." I laughed at his ridiculousness, only laughing harder as one rolled away from him. I picked it up, adding it to our basket. "Well maybe you're north and I'm south, cause you sure are attractive." His head snapped up and a scarlet tinge spread across his cheeks.

He seemed to giggle at himself before standing up and I realized how tall he was- at least six foot. He pulled me up from the ground and dusted myself off. He handed me one of the dropped fruit. "I'm no good at flirting, so how about a pickup lime?" He asked. I smiled at him.

"My name's Frank." I said. He beamed. "Mine's Gerard, but you can call me yours." It was now my turn to blush. He winked at me before picking up the limes with ease and strolling back to his stand. "You didn't really need help picking them up, did you?" He laughed, throwing his head back.

"Nope." I smiled and waved at him before walking to the cupcake shop, the biggest smile on my face. I turned the lime over the see some numbers scrawled on it, along with a winky face and what looked to be a heart, although the size and ridges of the lime didn't help. After picking up Ray's favorite unicorn cupcake, I headed back to the coffee house. I've got a story to tell now.

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OKAY SO I DEDICATE THIS TO TYLER BECAUSE HE IS THE BEST EVER AND MY INSPIRATION AND GOSH HE IS JUST A REALLY AWESOME GUY AND YEAH LOVE HIM meenietylerbeanie I AM SO HYPER IT IS 4 AM WHOOP WHOOP