The scent of coffee dances in my nostrils and on my tongue, and I can't help but feel safe and comfortable, bringing me back to days when I was sitting on the carpet, flipping through short children's novel I vaguely got the gist of. 

"Erm, hello? Can I get a name for you please?" The Barista named Kyleigh asks politely, I laugh nervously,

"Oh, of course, it's (Y/n)." I say, spelling it out for her just in case if she didn't get it all. Taking my receipt, I step back to the end of the line and wait, closing my eyes and taking in the smell of nostalgia. Maybe I'll get a job here, the starbucks close to my house is only fairly busy around lunch, and even then the max amount of people I've seen in here at a time was about 8. Humming quietly, I look around, the dark wood tables that I've never seen filled are sparkly and looking new, the untouched crisp glass case showcasing delicious treats-some so sweet looking they make my stomach turn-and the chalkboard with a small cup with steam illustrated on it beside the "employee's top picks." Yeah, maybe I will work here.

"(Y/n)? A venti Iced Coffee with milk and a lemon poppy seed muffin?" A barista calls, placing a little paper bag and fairly tall cup onto the counter for pick ups. Smiling and weaving through other people waiting for more complex orders, I pick up my own,  and smile politely at the cute barista who placed my order, her nametag reads  Michelle, and her curly hair is so gorgeous I find myself staring at her,

"Oh, um, sorry, I was just wondering if I came by here again sometime, would I be able to drop off my resume? Are you hiring here...uh, Michelle?" I ask, throwing her name in just to see if I sounded more friendly. 

"Oh, yeah of course, and you can call me MJ if you like." She adds, seeming a bit uncomfortable with her name. 

"Okay! Thank you MJ, I'll be by soon." I grin, feeling a bit of the sinking feeling lift a bit from my stomach. I take my iced coffee and muffin, and head out.

As I sit outside some restaurant on the bench, I swish my iced coffee around, listening to the clinking of the ice, and nibble on my muffin. MJ. Spiderman. It seems I had a lot of people to think about all of a sudden. 

I blush a little, remembering how dumb I sounded talking to her, and sigh. Why do I get so nervous around goreous women? And Spiderman...for some reason...he's fairly easy to talk to. Maybe it's because I couldn't see his face, couldn't really see any of his expressions, it felt like I was talking to a person, but with zero judgement or worry for seeing his pitying or frightened expression. Groaning, I feel a wave of embarassment crash onto me remembering how he had seen me, on the edge of a building, throwing myself off, my cuts on display for anyone to see. Ah, I see, it isn't embarrassment I feel right now...it's humiliation.