A little pick me up in Pret

I’m off on my travels again. Not Florida. Not Boston. No, no, this time it’s exotic Preston, in the north of England.

It’s my friend’s post-wedding party. Her wedding was back in September. Today is a time for reflection, really, because while she’s been settling into married life, I’ve been trying to stop crying long enough to get through an entire episode of Friends, forcing myself out of bed in the morning, and generally being Disaster Girl.

This is not how my life was supposed to be.

But isn’t it wonderful how the world has this entire cast of crazy characters who can pop into your daily life at just the right moment? Yes, of course I am a lucky cat to have such incredible friends and blogger buddies, but I mean those people who enter your life for just a moment or two, with the power to change it significantly.

I got to Euston station early so I could grab a coffee before my train. I’m actually a tad (or more) hungover from last night, so I also needed juice and fruit. First stop: Pret.

I was served by a frustrating Spanish girl who couldn’t understand anything I said. I didn’t think, “BLACK AMERICANO,” was that complicated an order. In fact, I would wager she could have taken one look at my tired, tired face and guessed exactly what I was asking for.

Her colleague behind the counter, a cheerful and ridiculously handsome dude who must have been at least ten years younger than me suddenly shouted, “Oh my God! Amazing! Your coat matches your eyes.”

I smiled and agreed. I was wearing my favourite blue coat. And I was thinking, this dude is gay.

But he kept going, “You are beautiful!”

Again, I smiled. I said thank you. Paid for my coffee that had finally showed up. And as I turned to leave he shouted one last time, “Have a great day, beautiful girl!”

I’m not going to lie. It felt amazing.