Lydia isn’t used to people not noticing her. When she walks into a room, she’s used to all the heads turning and possibly jaws dropping. She’s attractive, with her voluminous, shiny hair and her curves in all the right places, a smile that’s sweet and eyes that are warm and honeyed. So she doesn’t understand why the one girl she wants to notice her, barely looks at her.
Lydia’s been coming to this coffee shop for a while now, it has okay coffee, but she mainly comes for the silence. It’s small, and not well known so it’s almost empty, and Lydia enjoys that. But it changes when Allison starts working there. Lydia figures she’s not the only one who notices the girl’s pretty face and dimples that seem to dip in the most appealing way. Customers are frequent now, though Allison doesn’t seem to pay them any mind either. But Lydia is Lydia Martin, and everyone pays attention to her.
The first time Allison takes her order, her eyes are stuck on the register, she merely nods at her and says, “ok, would you like any dessert with that?”. Lydia would like her for dessert, but she’s not that bold, especially when Allison is already handing her a receipt and looking behind her at the next customer. Lydia figures this will take some work.
A couple weeks after daily failed attempts, she tries for something more drastic. She’s in her favorite dress, with a low neckline that shows off her assets pretty well. Her hair is down and her make-up is perfected, she even wore heels, which she doesn’t do unless it’s a special occasion, but Lydia figures this is one. Allison’s at the counter, and surprisingly there aren’t many other people in the shop. Lydia smiles as she struts over to the counter, swaying her hips a little bit more than she normally does, and drapes herself over it, leaning on her elbow.
“Hey.” she says, and Allison is finally seeing her.
Allison smiles, those dimples deepening and eyes widening as she takes Lydia in. She nods a little before returning the greeting.
And Lydia’s thrown off a bit, “You know my usual?”
Allison actually laughs at this, a small giggle that bubbles and sounds more like the light chirping of birds in the morning.
Allison’s already pushing it in on the register, and Lydia gestures to the money in her hand, her mind a bit confused because this isn’t how she wanted this to go.
“Um,” Allison seems a bit flustered, breaking through her normal indifference, “It’s on me.”
“On you? Is there a special I didn’t know about?” Now Lydia’s even more confused, but this is more than Allison’s ever spoken to her, so she’ll take it.
“Ah, yeah kind of.”
She waits for her coffee, looking around for any signs that inform for the special, but it all looks the same to every other day. Allison coughs slightly, getting her attention and handing Lydia her drink.
“Careful, it’s hot.”
Lydia could make a comment about this, but doesn’t want to ruin the small progress she’s somehow made. She whispers a thanks and sits in her normal spot.
It isn’t until she’s half-way done with her drink that she notices Allison had written something on the side of the cup.
You look beautiful
today every day.
With what Lydia assumes is her number in smaller writing scrawled underneath. She looks over at the counter and Allison looks away from her current customer and gives her a smile and a wink. Lydia smiles back, feeling better than she has in weeks.