Coffee Shop Characters

This is the Coffee shop I imagined, for this prompt, but do not feel you need to picture your characters in this setting! All I want from this prompt is a few good stories with memorable and either loving or terrible characters. Below is my story... (not sure I like it though) Also sorry I edited it so much after having it up for a day.

Coffee Shop Confession

Tapping my fingers on the countertop, I sat at one of the barstools in a the local coffee shop. I'd been here more in the last month than I had in my entire life, and now I was dreading that I may never be able to enjoy coming back. The other nervous hand was stirring my now-cold coffee in what felt like the millionth circle. The watch on my finger tapping hand read 2:02. The last time I checked it was 2:00.

I picked up the coffee and set it down again without taking more than a sip. Where is she? Her shift starts at 2:00. I thought to myself as I took another sip. Man, this stuff is awful, but it smells so good... My mind began to wander as I waited longer.

Soon, the barista behind the counter left through a door, and a minute later, a new barista replaced her behind the counter. This one quickly looked away from me and pointedly turned away to face the coffee maker and stacks of cups.

"Max, I can't talk to you."

"Elli, please..." I started, but she cut me off.

"No, Max, I mean it. I can't talk to you right now."

"Why not?"

"I can't," she started, took a breath, and restarted, "I won't be able to tell you."

"You've been avoiding me for more than a week now. I need to know what's going on!" I cried out a little louder than I should have. Luckily the small shop only harbored two old ladies, and a studying college girl at the time, all of whom looked up at us when I spoke.

"Poeple usually avoid other people when they need space to think." she snipped, her words speeding up as the conversation progressed.

"I gave you space! I gave you more than a week! I gave you time and space. Now, I just need to know what's wrong. We were fine before..." I trailed off trying to remember back to us holding hands and giggling at the tiny children holding hands with their parents at the mall.

"I know we were fine." she sighed and looked down at the counter she was washing while we spoke. The vigorous swoops of the washcloth slowly stopped as she stood there suddenly in another world. "I'm just not fine." she came back to life and slowly started wiping the counter again.

I puzzled over what she had just said.

"Is it another guy?"

"No."

"I don't understand then."

I looked behind me at the old ladies and the college girl. "Can we please talk?" I asked her. "Outside or out back? They won't miss you for a couple of minutes."

She looked down at her apron, took it off, and I followed her out back. There was a small bench there where she sat down. I didn't want to sit on the awfully small bench until I knew things were better between us, so I grabbed a bucket from inside the door and sat accross from her in the dirt street behind the shop.

"Why have you avoided me and been so moody lately? I don't remember doing anything too make you leave me like this." I sighed at my feet and looked up at her. "I don't even know if we're still dating, or not."

"I don't know either." She sighed, "You'll have to tell me."

"Tell me why then," I felt like begging, "please."

This was our last year of college, and we'd been together for four years. I didn't realize how much a part of my life she was until she deserted me. I wanted her back.

"I don't know how to tell you. You might be scared. It's worse now that I kept it a secret for so long."

"Tell me in as little words." I suggested, "It would make it faster."

She hesitated for a minute and finally, "I'm pregnant."

I sat in silence for a little bit. "With another guy's baby?" I asked.

"No, yours..."

"I don't understand why you would think I wouldn't want to hear about this!" I said getting excited.

"There's more..." I waited as she took a dramatic pause, "they're twins."

"Ellizabeth! How long have you kept this a secret? You get your first ultrasound at about 12 weeks, and that's the only way you'd know if they were twins." I stared at her and she looked down.

"I don't know how you know that off the top of your head. I got an ultrasound at 8 weeks because I was able to get one early. I didn't know how to tell you I was pregnant because things were so good between us and I wanted to keep it like that. I also wanted to keep the baby, but I didn't think you would. Then I found out there were two. And I left because I was woried I'd start to show and..." she trailed off.

"I don't think you realize how crazy this is! I'm going to be a dad..." I walked to the little bench, sat down, and hugged her.

I'm adding to the post I already had because I can't post twice. I wanted to make my own little story, but I don't know what I think about my characters... or the story for that matter.