Day 0.

I didn't want the job at the coffeehouse.

I didn't even want to move to that town.

I didn't want to leave my home and all my friends.

Essentially, moving was my worst nightmare.

But nightmares don't matter when money is tight.

After weeks of not making any friends at school, Mom and Dad suggested I get a job.

It happened to be at the coffeehouse a few streets away.

I worked there on Sundays, surrounded with soft brown and crème colors, constantly inhaling the thick scent of ground coffee beans and vanilla creamer.

I spoke to others, but I didn't make any friends.

That was until I had to work on a Saturday. A co-worker called in sick on his shift, and the manager called me and asked if I could go in.

I said okay. It's not like I had anything important to do.

That Saturday was the day everything changed.

That was the day I first saw the girl in the coffeehouse.