Hungry Hearts

I was glad I didn't have to work today. The past week had been tough on me, and I was getting tired of getting hit on all the time. It was nice to finally have a break without some horny fuck putting their hands all over me.

I rubbed my temples when I felt a headache coming on. I knew I was out of medicine so I quickly got dressed so I could run to the store, and maybe stop by Starbucks to get a coffee. I just felt too lazy to make it myself.

The temperature was perfect today. It wasn't hot, but it wasn't cold either; It was just right. The wind slightly whistled and I could smell the Pacific Ocean. It was absolutely breath taking. I loved the smell of the ocean.

I walked past the park and frowned a little when I realized I never got a chance to do that when I was their age. I was just shy of five years old when my parents gave me my first taste of alcohol. It's sad, but it's true. It was whiskey - Jack Daniels to be exact. I remembered making a disgusted face, because not only did it burn, it made my eyes water. I cried when my parents started laughing at me. That's how sick and twisted they were.

I blocked out the rest of that horrible memory and continued to make my way to the pharmacy. It was the only thing closest to where I lived. I didn't own a vehicle, but it was nice to just walk. The convenient store was twenty minutes away, and I didn't feel like walking that far.

The bell dinged when I opened the door to step in the store. There weren't that many people. There was an old couple checking out, and a little girl with her mother who was getting her kid some medicine. I smiled when I realized the little girl was looking at me. She smiled back and returned her attention back to her mother.

I quickly grabbed what I needed and checked out.

It took me ten minutes to get to Starbucks. It was the opposite way of where I lived, but I didn't mind.

The line wasn't long at all. There was only a few people, but one of them stuck out more than the others. He had tattoos, a baseball cap that was turned backwards, and a bandana underneath. Weird, I thought. I couldn't see what he looked like because he had his back towards me.

I looked up at the menu while waiting. I wanted to try some thing different. I scanned the menu and smiled upon seeing the one that I wanted; Iced peppermint white chocolate mocha. I licked my lips wishing the line would move quicker. I needed the hot beverage so I could take some medicine for the headache that I still had.

A few of the customers decided they didn't feel like waiting anymore so they left. The line wasn't that long, but I guess they were just too damn impatient. And I was now stuck behind Mr. Tattoos who happened to smell really good.

I blushed when he turned around and sent me a dimpled smile? He had dimples? And his lips were pierced? even better, I thought. No. I needed to stop thinking about things like that. Men were my weakness. I returned the smile and turned my attention to the floor. When I didn't feel his gaze on me anymore, I looked back up. He was now ordering.

The lady gave him his beverage, and when he turned around, he sent me another smile. I kindly returned it and walked up to the cashier. I turned around but he had already left. I frowned. Why was I frowning though? I had no idea who he was or why I was feeling a little sad he left.

I told her what I wanted. I tapped my fingers along the counter and just started thinking about that guy. He was really gorgeous. His eyes were hazel, and he had the most adorable dimples. I couldn't get those dimples out of my head.

"Here you go," the lady behind the counter said, handing me my drink. I quickly paid and took a sip of my drink. It was amazing. I don't know why I never tried it before.