Professor F

Chapter 13: The Beautiful Blonde

August spent her Sunday at home, binge-watching horror and zombie series on Nettflix! She just

ordered pizza online and had it delivered to her doorstep. Her parents didn’t bother her because it’s a

day before school starts. They wanted her to spend it the way she wanted to. August feel relieved

somehow since she didn’t have to lie about what’s going on with her life to her parents.

She was biting from her pizza when her phone started ringing. She wondered who it was. It only

appeared as a phone number.

She reached for it when it rang for the third time. “Hello, August speaking!"

"Hey! Are you at the apartment?" It is Flynn!

And then she remembered she deleted his phone number, his messages and call history last night

when she was crying herself to sleep.

She shouldn’t have deleted his number and named it Professor F to know if he's the one calling. She

can't just block him and give him the idea that she's avoiding him because of what happened last night.

"N—no." She answered in panic and then hang up.

He's calling her again. She ignored it until it stopped.

It's almost midnight before August remembered she's got work tomorrow. She's so hooked with the

zombie series on Netflix she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Before she went to bed, she named Flynn's phone number to Professor F.

••••••

With her hair tied up in a messy bun and her eyes looking sleepy, August puts her apron on as she

talks to Henry.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I promise it won't happen again." She apologized as the line gets longer and tables

are starting to get filled with people.

“Would you like to adjust your shift today? Say, extend it to cover the lost minutes?" Henry asked, as if

he didn't mind her being late.

She feels a little awkward, when she noticed the crew especially Pam and Gail giving Henry a

surprised look.

"Really? That's okay?" She asked, clarifying if she heard him right.

"Yeah. I mean, it's just today. You promise you won't do it again, right?" He smiled as he reheats the

ordered buns and donuts for dine in.

She nodded and smiled. She feels bad for the special treatment but she can't just refuse the offer

coming from her manager. Pam smiled at her, feeling glad of what Henry did while Gail gave her a

piercing look before attending to her next customer.

She was still smiling when she noticed a familiar figure walking outside of the coffee shop and it

seemed like he's going to get himself a coffee. Her smile faded and she went to the far back, cleaning

tables just to avoid him.

She prayed hard that Flynn would leave with his coffee but the devil sat in a table with used plates and

cups.

Really?

It's as if he wants to get a chance to talk to her by having her clean up his table. She was trying to keep

herself busy cleaning other tables except his. But the person who cleans the tables with her was called

by Henry.

"Dave, can you help out with the take out orders?"

Dave nodded and immediately went to help out, leaving with cleaning tables. And unfortunately, the

only table that's not cleaned up is Flynn's.

She didn't have a choice but to come to his table and clean up. She was only a few steps to Flynn's This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

table when Henry stepped in front of her, his face serious. "Can you go help Pam at the counter? I'll

take care of this."

With a sigh of relief, she smiled at Henry. As if he knows what she's going through. "You're a life saver."

She whispered.

Henry looked like he’s in a bad mood but it seemed like it’s directed mainly to Flynn. "This guy's been

doing this whenever he gets his coffee since you worked here. He wants you to clean up his table,

intentionally. When he never actually stayed longer than ordering his cup of coffee before.”

What? Even Henry noticed?

He gestured her to go to the girls at the counter. She nodded and mouthed. "Thank you."

She saw Flynn glancing as she walked away. Henry being a manager smiled at Flynn, even greeting

him and wishing him to enjoy his coffee after cleaning up the table.

After about thirty minutes, Flynn left the coffee shop and she felt relieved. Henry asked her to go back

cleaning tables and soon after, her shift ended.

Henry handed her a paper-bag as they walked outside of the coffeeshop. "Here."

"What is it this time?" She smiled at him as she narrowed her eyes.

He smiled, placing his hands on his apron pockets. "Just blueberry cheesecake."

"You sure know the sweet tooth inside me!" She grinned, excited for another bag of treat from the

coffee shop. "You sure it's okay to bring this home from the coffee shop's inventory?"

Henry scratched the back of his head, feeling shy. "Actually, I baked that." He chuckled on his throat.

“Really?!"

"Yeah. I love baking. My mother owns a bakeshop back home so I learned from her."

"Wow! No wonder you know how to manage this cafe! That's just amazing!"

"She's the best pastry chef I know. You should taste her salted caramel chocolate tarts! They're the

best!"

"I'd love to!" She said, gleaming.

"Really? Wow! Sure. Yeah. We should talk about that. I'll let you know." He smiled and walks

backwards leading back to the coffeeshop.

Her eyes widened, realizing the pastries he keeps giving her in the past. "Oh wait! What about the

previous cakes and pastries you gave—"

"Well—" He smiled. "Yeah. Those were me, too."

"Oh my God! All this time, I really thought it's from this coffee shop! They taste really good. You should

sell them."

"Nah. Money isn't really a thing for me about baking it. I just love doing it.” He looked at her.

She looked at him intently. He looked like he's blushing and he meant something else about what he

said. She realized he must like… her.

Oh! No way!

”Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow? Good job today!" Henry gave her a thumbs up.

She nodded and turned around, she bites her lower lip as she closed her eyes.

I hope I'm wrong. Pam.

She was walking away from the coffee shop when she halted her steps as Flynn cuts her path.

His hands on his pants pockets. He looked so gorgeous in his white sweater, black khakis and oxfords.

She blushed when she became conscious of the people around them, students looking and murmuring.

"Your manager likes you.” Flynn said.

She chuckled nervously. "What are you talking about?"

"You're avoiding me again."

"I'm not, P—Professor. I just got things to do over the weekend. That's it. And don't follow me. Please.

People are staring."

He cleared his throat as his expression went dark. She walked away but she could feel her heart

pounding faster than its normal rate as she walks out of the university grounds and went straight to her

apartment. She was grateful that Flynn didn’t follow her.

She's already on the lift when a familiar girl stepped inside with her. They're the only ones on the lift.

They're both heading to the 6th floor. She's the same blonde girl from the other night.

She could seen the corner of her eyes that the blonde woman kept glancing at her. She caught her

once and she smiled shyly.

"You're Flynn's student, right?"

She's talking to me!

She nodded, couldn't find her voice. The young woman's voice is so soft that she feels captivated by it.

She smiled widely as she extends her hand. "I'm his girlfriend."