The corner of the coffee shop that was located three blocks down from the enterance of Main Street was always the best place to go when I needed to get away and think. Almost six months, gone, down the drain and through the septic system of life, six months of what seemed to be almost complete happiness. Of course we had argued, fought a couple times, as all couples did, but never in a million years was I expecting us to break up the way we did, or rather the way he broke up with me was unexpected, either way, I was devestated. I sat down in the open corner of the coffee shop, shielded from almost everyone else as I stared out the window, feeling my thoughts racing with the cars along the Main Street High way.
"Hey Cami, can I get you anything? Oh no, what's wrong chica? What happened?" My best friend, Yazmine, or Yazi for short, asked me in a worried tone. She worked at the Coffee Shop, I had forgotten that she would be working at this hour. "He dumped me." I said simply, struggling to keep my voice from shaking. I hated to seem to weak in front of my firey best friend, who's looks could bring any man to stare. "Ah, chica, what did that jerk-face have that you can't find anywhere else anyways? Nothing. You can do better. Now, let me get you some coffe, my shift is almost done anways. After this, I will go kill him and then we give you a makeover to make him even more sorry. Yes?" Yazi told me, trying to make me cheer up. When I heard Makeover, I felt like running away, but with Yazi's long legs and my short ones, I knew I couldn't outrun her. It was time for plan B. "No makeover's Yazi, what will that do? Besides shocking the world and letting them know i'm still hidious?" I sighed, dejected.
"You are not hidious, you hide your beauty with those ugly clothes and that abomanation of a hair style." She said sternly. Her words stung slightly, but I knew she was right. I didn't want to do this, I really didn't want to get a makeover, but I could feel myself losing to her charm. "But wouldn't it be better if I just went home and cried?" I suggested. The look she gave me was crossed between sarcastic and amused. "Absolutely not. Now, about that coffee?" She replied. I requested a plain black coffee, strong and bitter, just as I prefered it. She just laughed. "That is one thing I won't ever change about you." As she walked away I turned back to stare outside the window again. Across the street was a young man, dressed in a polo shirt and a pair of khakis, he was staring at the phone in his hand for a second, then shook his head and looked up to cross the street. Our eyes met momentarily, and the only reason it didn't last longer was because I looked away. He was attractive, but I wasn't ready to think about anyone else. Yazi came back a few minutes later with my black coffee. "Now lets go make you over." She said. Before I could protest she grabbed my wrist and started pulling me towards the door. The last thing I did was grab my coffee-couldn't forget my happy juice.
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