Green Eyes and Hot Chocolate

"grande java chip frappucino"
The change drips slowly from my hand to her palm. I stare expectantly over her shoulder to the next coffee addict.

"tall caramel machiatto with an extra shot"

He throws down a twenty, scratching his fat head impatiently. I slop change into his grip and ignore his obnoxious aura. One hour to go. Starbucks empties on a Tuesday afternoon. I rest my chin on my coffee-scented hand and stare out the front windows onto Hempstead Turnpike. Yippy private school kids skip by munching on McDonald's fries, sipping sodas. The hormonal freshman boys satellie around young, rosy-cheeked girls, searching for any hopeful signal. Being boys and girls used to be so simple. Or maybe i was just too complicated and idiotic for him... I come back into focus on a nearing figure. Oh God help me, did he see me staring like an idiot? He definitely didn't miss me falling into my desk yesterday in Philosphy. Wow his eye are really green. I barely know this kid, why do i feel so... vulnerable. Maybe the fact that I havent been available in... forever!
"Hey"
"Hi, how can i help you?"
"I just need a sec, I don't come here much"
I knew i hadn't seen him in here before. How do you flirt? It's been so long-
"Any suggestions?"
He turned a bright smiling face to mine. I realized then that he had one of those smiles that makes you smile even when you don't want to, or when you are trying to play it cool and act smooth.
"The new flavors of hot chocolate we have in are my personal favorite."
"I'll have that then."
I handed him his drink but he lingered.
"We're in Philosophy together."
I nodded yes. I knew what this meant. He was interested. But was I? After the last time I had sworn not to let someone into my life like that again. It was too risky on both parts. But there was something about his face. Honesty. There was something there that could be trusted. His eyes seemed to pull me out of the dark corner i had retreated into. He invite me to lived again.