Charlie was going to stop her on her way to the cathedral. He was going to do it today. His resolve was set; there was no stopping him.
“Tall decaf cappuccino please!” he sputtered excitedly to the clerk. This was not what Charlie normally ordered, but he was so nervous today that he forgot to order his usual.
Charlie tapped his foot nervously while he waited for his drink. It didn’t matter what kind of drink he had, as long as he got to take that beautiful girl out to coffee after he spilled it on her. But what if she didn’t like coffee? What if she didn’t like him? Well she didn’t even know him! How unfair of her not to like him when she didn’t know him!
“Here’s your order, sir.” The clerk put the cup on top of the counter. Charlie reached for it distractedly and knocked it all over the clerk. She jumped back and screamed.
“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! Can I help you? I’ll buy you another one! What can I do?” Charlie’s face burned hotter than the coffee he had spilled.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” she waved him away, her eyes a bit watery. She ran into the back to change her apron.
Charlie turned and ran out of the shop without his coffee. “Sorry!” he called over his shoulder as he fled.