The Barista and the Paperboy

Love is in bloom, and at 5 a.m. no less.

I’ve been watching it unfold for months now, like an exotic plant acclimating to a hotter climate.

Charlotte, I’ll call her, is overweight, but so, so pretty, reminding me of a milkmaid who may just drink a little too much milk.  She smiles the way we wish the whole world would at that early hour, always happy to see you, but not quite as happy as she is to see, Jerry, I’ll call him.

An aspiring rapper who sits in Starbucks awaiting his paper delivery buried in his phone. pretending not to see Charlotte looking at him, the way she hides her knowledge of the sly looks he gives her.

I miss nothing, and who would want to miss something oh, so sweet.

I’ve seen them later on in the day when she’s on her break, huddled at his little spot looking right out of a Damon Runyon story, a cap pulled over his eyes…his New York Post apron fastened neatly.  She’s all aglow, hanging on to every word he utters, as they smoke.

Makes me think of the film, Now Voyager, when Paul Henreid lights two cigarettes, one for him, one for Bette Davis…who says, “Oh Jerry, don’t let’s ask for the moon.  We have the Stars.”   

Okay, in our version it’s Starbucks, but what do you want 75 years later.



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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18 Responses to The Barista and the Paperboy

  1. What a love story! I hope you won’t have to watch it unravel. Somehow we make the leap with you from stars to Starbucks.


  2. micklively says:

    If Hollywood wrote the scripts for real life……………..

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, what a sweet story. I love your turn with phrases; “a milkmaid who may have drunk too much milk.” Priceless.

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  4. There is nothing as sweet as young love. The time before we all get jaded.

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  5. That’s very sweet. Great piece of writing. I love your descriptions. 🙂

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  6. (Sigh) That’s the story I want for me!

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  8. Patricia says:

    Sweet. Would be nice to see how it works out.

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    • Crushes are quantum, to quote Anne Lamott, and like shooting stars. They shine across the sky brilliantly then they’re gone. Price of youth I guess, but there’s nothing quite like having one. I remember even all these years later. Sigh


  9. Nothing like young love in the air to bring a smile to the day.

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    • Believe it or not, I remember what it’s like. My first crush was on a patrol boy named Bobby Hargrove I’d pass on Tesiny Avenue, going down the hill to go home for lunch. My little Third Grade heart would thump whenever I saw Bobby…cut to…Bobby Doyle I met at camp…thump thump. All those Bobbys…sigh


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