Coffee House

Coffee House

Right after Jordan is let out of four hours of an exhausting, painful, but well worth it hockey practice, he says goodbye to his coach Matthews with a “see you tomorrow, Sir,” and he thanks him for such a productive practice. Jordan loves being worked past his limit, and he always gives it his all. “No pain, no game,” he always says. By now it’s a quarter to four, his mother doesn’t get off until five, and the babysitter leaves right when Jordan gets home. No stops. Straight home.

While rubbing the top of his brown-haired, shaved head back and forth a few times, Jordan walks to his “baby,” a black 1994 Cadillac Seville STS decked out with seventeen-inch chrome covered rims, dark black tint, and one of the best sub, amp, and stereo packages available. Jordan puts on a little grin just by looking at his car, because coming from a not so wealthy family, and being the only kid (or so it seems) growing up that doesn’t have everything handed to him like most kids out in west Omaha do, he takes pride in that car. Working pay check to pay check, and years of saving up to put it all into his car, he considers it the only thing he can call his own. “That ride is so hard,” he thinks to himself. Jordan pops the trunk, throws his equipment bag in, unlocks the doors, and hops in. He always takes a minute to get situated by choosing the right CD he can rap to, then turns up his subs, lights up one of his menthol cigarettes, puts the car in reverse, and he is on his way home.

When Jordan arrives home, his baby sister, Emma, who is six years old, comes running up to him with her arms wide open, “Jordan! Jordan! Jordan!” he lifts her off her feet, swings her around, and gives her a peck on the cheek, followed with a big bear hug.

“So what do you say Emma, after I clean up and take a shower, do you want to go see Lyndee at work with me?”

“YEAH!” Emma screams back with a smile ear to ear, and eyes so wide it was as if she had seen a dead Santa Clause on Christmas morning.

Just after Jordan had shown the babysitter out and thanked her once more, he began walking up the stairs while taking off his shirt and took an exceptionally, comforting long shower. He hops out to dry off, and tilts his head twice to the left, and then twice to the right trying to get the water out of his ears. He then throws a baggy pair of jeans and a nicely fitted t-shirt on, and slips his silver cross pendent over his head. He never goes anywhere without his cross. Quickly, he cleans up his well-groomed chinstrap and brushes his teeth. He likes to look good for his “girl,” Lyndee, who he has been dating for almost nine months now.

“Emma lets go!” He yells downstairs to his baby sister.

In Village Point, there is this fancy coffee house where Lyndee works, and where he visits almost everyday. Jordan and Emma find a descent parking space, and they both hop out of the car. He takes Emma by the hand and as they walk up to the front door Jordan picks a flower from the landscaping that belongs to the store next door. Just before he pulls the glass door open, he looks at his reflection and rubs the top of his head making sure he didn’t miss a spot while shaving.

“Hey beautiful,” Jordan says to Lyndee across the floor while walking towards her. He hands her the flower and softly brushes his hand on her neck before he kisses her gently.

“Hey baby, I missed you. HEY EMMA! How are you sweetie?”

“Lyndee! I’m Goooooood, can I have a cookie?”

“Haha,