Christi

Today is the day. Today IS the day.

After weeks of smiling at the same guy as we passed on the sidewalk every day on my way to work, I’m going to do it. I, Christi Domari, am going to say hi to my friendly stranger.

After changing from a flirty knee-length dress to a cute yellow blouse and jeans to a pale pink sweater and vivid green skirt I pull back on the dress and shake out my newly straightened hair. If I am going to speak to the man I need to have as much confidence going into the encounter to ensure I don’t stall out, chicken out, stutter, or blush myself into oblivion with embarrassment.

He is always dressed so well, I figure I can dress to match for our first official meeting. After all, it isn’t every day that I introduce myself to my future husband. Ok maybe that’s a little much. I am just beyond jazzed about making our casual nods and hellos become more.

I leave at the exact same time I always do to ensure that I won’t miss him. Usually I see him as I cross over to the park next to the chocolate store I manage for my former roommate and her husband.

My shoulders slump as I pass the spot where I would normally smile at him and he would smile back and I would float away on clouds of romantic fantasy as I entered the store and got to work.

Today is different. I don’t see him. That’s it. Today is going to be miserable.

The bubbly anticipation I had been feeling all morning dissipates as I shove open the door to Candi’s Chocolates. I know, it’s an odd name for a specialty chocolate shop but Candice loves the twistedness of it. I can’t even bring myself to fake a cheery hello. My whole day is ruined. I had worked myself up to say hi and now I feel like I had fallen flat on my face…into a snow drift.

Candice blocks me at the counter, not letting me in. Looking up, her extra wide grin has me smiling back automatically. When she doesn’t say anything I try again to get past her. It doesn’t work.

She hands me a plate with one of our specialty premium hot chocolate mugs perched in the center of it. “Could you deliver this to our customer?”

“Since when do we deliver drinks to the tables?” I whisper.

I didn’t think it possible but her smile grows even bigger. “Today.”

“Why me? I don’t even have my nametag on yet.”

“Go.” She scolds.

Taking the mug I carefully turn to look for the needy customer who must have insisted it be delivered. Lucky for me, I am being so careful or I totally would have totally dropped it.

There he is, sitting at one of the small white wrought iron tables near our chocolate fountain display. My stranger is the one I am supposed to be delivering it to.

Blushing atrociously I walk over. “You must have done something to impress the owner.”

“What?” The man looks up from the book he had been reading.

My thoughts stumble over each other as his eyes meet mine. Don’t ask me what color they are because my mind has gone blank.

“I know you.” He peers closer at me.

I watch as he studies my face.  A few seconds before we hit awkward I laugh. “You’ve seen me.” I clarify. “In the park, on my way to work usually.”

His eyes light in recognition and I smile back. “Yes.” He says. “Now I remember. What a pleasure it is to finally meet you. There have been several times when I wish I would have stopped to do more than say hi. You have become a part of my morning routine.”

In the midst of my battle to hold back what I feel might be a psychotic looking grin I manage to laugh. “Except for this morning.”

Setting his book down he reaches for the hot chocolate I am still holding. “True. This morning I had a wickedly early meeting so my whole day is kind of going out of order.”

 “And you somehow ended up in here?”

He looks back up with me. “Lucky me. Could you sit for a few minutes or will that get you in trouble?”

I look over to the counter where Candice is trying very hard to not look like she is eavesdropping.

“I’m sure Candice won’t mind since we aren’t busy. You missed the morning rush.”

“So did you.”

“I help her restock after the morning commuters clear her out.”

He leans back in his chair. “Are there that many people coming in here to get chocolate in the morning?”

“You’d be surprised. Also our morning options include chocolate muffins, chocolate scones, hot chocolate, chocolate crepes, and chocolate power bars. It took a while to get the word out but now I come in to help her make more of everything to refill all her empty shelves.”

“Oh you are a baker?” He sits up.

I nod. “Candice is a certified and trained chocolatier. I do the baking.”

He stands and walks quickly over to the display cases. “I guess I will need to start coming in here in the mornings and see what you have. There isn’t much left.”

“I’ll miss saying hi to you in the mornings. Because once you come in for our chocolate muffins, you’ll be in here fighting over whatever is left in the display case with the rest of them.” 

“Or come in late enough that you have done your magic and restocked the shelves.” His wink has my heart pounding. “I don’t think I’m ready to not see you every morning. Though I now know where to find you if I don’t see you. I hope from now on I’ll know your name when we say hi.” He pauses. “And maybe stop to say more than hi. Jay Hawthorne.”

“Oh. I’m Christi. And you are welcome to come chat and eat here anytime.”

His smile is warm as he stands. “As odd as it sounds, I am glad we missed seeing each other today in our normal spot. Especially if it means I get to know you better now.” 

 “It has been a pleasure to finally meet you Jay.” I hold my shriek of delight in and settle for a smile. “I look forward to our next chat.”

“Next time it should be over your chocolate muffins.” His eyebrow raises in question.

I laugh. “Deal.” 

Carrie

Glancing down the street Carrie crossed the road. Out of habit she stopped to look back and make sure her front door was closed. Her door was so old it had a problem clicking shut but it wouldn’t pop back open right away. There were enough mornings when she turned back to find her door open to warrant the daily double check.

Self-consciously she smiled at herself when she saw that her door was still closed before she shrugged and continued her walk to  campus. As always she stopped in at Trish’s corner bakery to grab her daily dose of sugar in the form of her favorite lemon streusel muffin and an extra creamy hot chocolate.

“Good morning Carrie!” called Trish, who was coming in from the kitchen.

“Hey Trish! Busy morning?” Carrie tried to push her way through the crowd waiting for their orders. After a few bumps and nudges accompanied by an apologetic smile and ‘sorry’ she made it to the front. Faintly behind her she heard someone cry out ‘Wait!’ followed by lots of grumblings and ‘excuses me’s’ but didn’t think anything of it. 

Carrie quickly ordered her usual muffin and leaned against the counter to wait. As she stood there she pulled her purse up on the counter. Panic settled across her shoulders as she dug through her purse. Her phone wasn’t there. Before she could look through it again to be sure, she was plowed into the counter from behind. She gasped hard as she struggled to recover from the sudden painful lack of oxygen. It definitely wasn’t helping her panicked thoughts stop skittering off into space.

“Oh sorry. Sorry.” The man blushed as he held her trapped against the counter. He took a step back that allowed her to turn but not far enough for her to be able to ignore the tingle she felt where his hand softly rested on her arm, as if he were attempting to steady her. He didn’t seem to realize how close he was.  Her skin heated at his nearness and she didn’t know whether to lean into him or push him away. After a few seconds of staring up into his eyes he looked down at his hands. “You dropped this.” 

“My phone!” Carrie exclaimed, grabbing it quickly, doing her best to not notice the sizzle that leapt between her fingers and his when they brushed.

His shy smile combined with the persistent blush was incredibly endearing. Yet they seemed to both realize at the same time how close they were still standing to each other. Her blush bloomed to match his as he quickly stumbled back a pace into another customer which brought him rushing back toward her in a hurry. “Sorry…again.”

Carrie laughed. “With the morning rush, I am not going to be blaming you for how crowded it is in here. I blame Trish for that.”

She heard a ‘hey’ call out from behind the counter. 

“I’m surprised you saw my phone drop at all with all these people.” She continued.

He quickly shook his head. “I saw it fall out of your bag down the street back there. But I couldn’t catch your attention so I figured I’d have to catch you instead.” His smile lit his face like a halo, blush and all.

Carrie debated for a quick few seconds on if she wanted to figure out a way to keep him talking or if she should say thank you and be done. After all she was in the midst of classes with midterms just a week away. She was going to be busy. However, she discovered that a part of her really didn’t want this to be the last time she saw him and found herself saying, “Well I don’t know if a simple thank you is enough. I am determined to figure out a better way to show you just how grateful I am. My name is Carrie.”

“Oh. There’s no need to thank me. I’m just glad I was able to reach you. And I’m Ben.” He gave her a small nod before he stared down at his feet. “I guess I should have said that first.”

Carrie couldn’t help but smile. This sweet guy had gone to such lengths to help her. She could use more sweetness in her life and he seemed to be a wonderful and welcome, albeit surprising, addition to her morning routine. “Ben please, let me thank you in some way. After all that effort you made.”

He stammered. For a minute she almost thought he was going to flee the bakery without replying at all. She eased back against the counter a bit to give him space to pull himself together and think. As she waited she looked closer at the image this man in front of her presented. Definitely well put together. Casual suit, tie, non-scuffed black shoes, wind tossed golden brown hair, yum. His boyish sincerity made him stand out far more than amped up arms or over confident swaggering would have.

“Would you be able to do lunch?” He blurted, quickly alternating between looking down at his feet and glancing around the small crowded bakery.

She waited a few seconds until his gaze landed on her to see why she wasn’t answering before nodding. “Yes. I’d love to.” She tried to not sound overly eager.

Immediately his face dissolved from anxiously hopeful to happily pleased. “Do you know the sandwich place down the street towards Chaune Street?”

With another short nod Carrie glanced over to see if her order was ready.

Ben gave a smile, “Tomorrow at 2?”

Carrie’s heart fluttered. “Can’t wait.” Trish came up with her large muffin and a beaming grin. “See you tomorrow.”

She watched him leave, trying to keep sight of him for as long as possible. When she turned to grab her muffin, Trish was standing there with the same grin on, despite the line of waiting customers.

“Carrie! Did I just see you meet someone? He’s cute!”

Trish was always harping on her for not putting herself out there and getting too caught up in her schedule and routine. And maybe there was something to it. If he had been a few seconds later they would have missed meeting. Usually she was out the door with muffin in hand mere minutes after going in. Of course he had had her phone too. So maybe they really were just meant to meet. She giggled inside.

“His name is Ben.” Carrie leaned over the counter so that Trish would be able to hear her. “And I have a date tomorrow!”

Trish’s whoop caught everyone’s attention and Carrie blushed as she ducked away from the limelight and out the door.