What have I done?

I’m an idiot, an actual idiot! What happened to saying “Hi Jessica, you look nice today.” Or “I think you look nice today Jessica.” NO! I had to confess my love for her. Now she thinks I’m a creep, or weirdo, or stalker. Ugh!

I look around my little store, and all I can think about is her. The few rows of shelves aren’t high so I can see almost everywhere from the counter. Right next to the counter is the coffee stand, where I make simple drinks. She always ordered a plain coffee, that I always had premade. Then she’d go sit in in the chair in the farthest corner. She’d read for a half an hour or four. Sometimes she’d do school work on the table only a few feet away from her chair. The days she comes are varied but always a few times a week.

God, I’m such a creep! No wonder she bolted for the door. Well, I did get her number. I could feel a smile growing on my lips. She looked so pretty today. Her long dark hair was a little messy, a baggy white sweater, and blue jeans. Her eyes, oh I loved her eyes, they are a light blue. I would watch her beautiful eyes roam the pages of a book.

OH I’M SO CREEPY! What am I going to do? Now I’m passing behind the counter. I thought about her again. Well I guess I got to go for it. Right? No backing down now. I should text her but what. “It’s me, your creepy stalker who confesses his love for you?” Dear Lord, help me.

I rub my eyes under my glasses, knocking them off. I catch them out habid because I knock them off so much. What if she doesn’t like glasses, what if she thinks im ugly. I’m just a basic white boy, but with glasses. With short brown hair, brown eyes. I’m skinny but not very muscular. I have a little stubble too, what if she doesn’t like that? I live with my annoying little brother, she could never come to my house. I shouldn't be thinking like that. I’m a grown man, acting like a teenage girl. I plopped down in my chair defeatedly. Thinking what's wrong with me?

My phone went off, and I jumped up snatching it. It’s Jay, annoying little freeloader. Why would I think it’s her, she doesn’t even have my number I have hers. I opened Jays texts to see it's just some nonsense about a girl.

With messenger opened, I might as well text her… Dear god, I sent it.