His image in my head

My break up with Banky was turning me into something else that I didn't understand. I really loved him but when I saw that he was still texting his ex, I felt less important in his space so I broke up with him. I really wanted him to come running back, I wanted him to say he was sorry but while I waited for that day I had to apply for a job as a barista in one of the richest coffeehouse where Banky and I used to dine on our relationship anniversary.

They made the best coffee in town and many influential people who loved the rich aroma and distinctive taste of coffee visited every time to have a taste of this perfectly brewed drink.

My newly found job was like a distraction from the pain I felt on the inside after breaking up with Banky. Brewing coffee and inhaling its rich aroma somehow drove his image in my head far away causing me to love my job even more. It was the perfect job just at the perfect time.

A Few days to the date when Banky and I visited the coffee shop to celebrate our anniversary, my mind was at it again. His image became clearer in my head and I felt like texting him but I didn't want to make a fool of myself by calling a man who couldn't stop me or say sorry when I told him we were done. He just stood like a log of wood looking so emotionless while I walked away.

I wasn't thinking straight but at least the aroma of freshly brewed coffee sustained me each day till I returned home to wallow in the pain.

The day that marked our anniversary finally came and that day I brewed coffee that produced a fruity aroma while soft music played in the background. Customers trooped in like never before as if they wanted to mark my date with me. I wished while I made coffee that somehow Banky would just appear in front of me and wish me a happy anniversary and prolly a ring to appease my long sorrowed soul.

While time kept doing its thing, it was almost sunset and customers lessened. At the time, I was preparing a hot latte to serve to one of the most influential personalities in town.

When done, I walked out with the cup sitting on a saucer and a teaspoon neatly placed by its side, the heat of the latte radiated my finger tip and just as I was about to placing it on the table for the man who sat alone in a corner booth desperately waiting for me to drop the cup, his eyes fixed at the intricate leaf design I had made on the latte Banky walked in hand in hand with his former ex and the cup dropped from my hands splashing it's hot content on the poor man who squeaked out in pain of hot liquid touching his slightly wrinkled skin.

I wanted to disappear if I could or probably submerge myself into the same hot liquid I just spilled on an innocent man. "Such a clumsy fool" I heard her say as she took a seat in one of the corners. Banky gave me a wry smile and I was slapped in the face by an angry boss with "you're fired". My whole world went crumbling again and this time it was happening really fast.

This is my entry to the spill the beans contest and I invite @edystringz to participate.

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