Grande Quad White Chocolate Mocha With Whip
When I approached the counter, she was too involved with the ring on the third finger of her left hand to notice. Her cheeks were tinged pink and her eyes danced as she shined and fussed over it. I made small movements she would notice in her periphery and somehow managed to remain patient until she did. As annoyed as I usually get when I have to wait for something, she was really being too cute to interrupt. When she turned toward me, I was horrified. She was all of six years old - ten at the most.
I wanted to tell her to go to college. To see the world. To fall in love a hundred times, to dance with everyone who asked, only kiss the ones she wanted, to work hard, to play harder, to struggle, to scrimp and save, to come into her own, to find out who she is and what she wants and THEN get married, but not to jump into something like that when she was only six years old...or maybe ten.
Then I decided it was none of my business and ordered. When she handed me my cup of coffee, I smiled and congratulated her on her engagement. She asked how I knew and I laughed a little, nodded at her ring and left.
But all the way to my car, I felt a little like throwing up.
I wanted to tell her to go to college. To see the world. To fall in love a hundred times, to dance with everyone who asked, only kiss the ones she wanted, to work hard, to play harder, to struggle, to scrimp and save, to come into her own, to find out who she is and what she wants and THEN get married, but not to jump into something like that when she was only six years old...or maybe ten.
Then I decided it was none of my business and ordered. When she handed me my cup of coffee, I smiled and congratulated her on her engagement. She asked how I knew and I laughed a little, nodded at her ring and left.
But all the way to my car, I felt a little like throwing up.