[ WP ] Whenever you feel a phantom sensation ( pain , itch , etc . ) , it 's because it 's happening to your soulmate . One day , you feel something you 've never felt before .

`` Hey mate, I've got this new coffee house I want you to try?'' 
 
 
 Distracted by a weird sensation of extreme annoyance I did n't respond. 
 
 
 `` Dave, you listening? Earth to Dave.'' Frank waved his hand in front of my face. I motioned for him to keep both hands on the steering wheel. 
 
 
 `` Yeah I'm here, sure the coffee house sounds fun. I just got a random feeling again. ” 
 
 
 “ You know that shit creeps me out. I ’ ve always said for you to see someone about that. What was it this time? ” 
 
 
 “ Just annoyance really. Weird *right-* keep your eyes on the road! ”, Frank almost hit a minivan that was switching lanes. “ Anyway it ’ s just like usual. ” 
 
 
 “ Yeah… Here ’ s the place! ” 
 
 
 We parked in front of a hole in the wall coffee house called ’ Small Cup ’. I walked in and got in line. In front of me a white, preppy, girl was repeating her order to the barista. 
 
 
 “ Yeah, so because you don ’ t have soy milk, *tisk*, I want to ummm... extra pumpkin spice. Is that good? Have you had that before? You probably haven ’ t, you look like you just settle for normal creamer, *tisk*. ”, the barista was shaking, probably trying to stop her urge to throw a pitcher of hot coffee at the girl. The feeling of annoyance tickled the back of my mind the whole while. 
 
 
 “ Will that be all? ”, the barista asked through gritted teeth. 
 
 
 “ Ummm… Yeah. You can make the order out to Persephone. ” 
 
 
 The bartisa nodded and the white girl payed and walked away. I walked up in front of the register and all of the sudden I got the strongest feeling of nervousness. 
 
 
 “ Hey, I ’ m not really a coffee guy, could I just get the black French roast? ”, I asked. 
 
 
 The barista paused for a moment, staring at me, then stuttered out, ” Would that be all? ” 
 
 
 “ Yeah, I ’ m much easier then that other girl. You ’ re welcome. ” 
 
 
 She smiled at that, ” Yeah. Thank you. She had been ordering coffee for 10-freaking-minutes. You wouldn ’ t tell anyone if I spit in her coffee? Might be the added taste she was looking for. ” 
 
 
 “ As long as you don ’ t tell anyone I just I have six girlfriends. ” 
 
 
 “ What? ” 
 
 
 “ Kidding, I only have two. ” 
 
 
 “ You ’ re full of crap. ” 
 
 
 “ Weird, I get that often. Tis the life of the chronic liar. ”, I pause, ” What ’ s your name. ” I had read it on her name tag, it was Rachel, but I always found it weird when people used your name without asking first. 
 
 
 “ Rachel, you? ” 
 
 
 “ Dave. ” 
 
 
 “ Well, **Dave**, you ’ re holding up the line. ”, there were now four people behind me. 
 
 
 “ Sorry. ”, I said with a smile. I paid and took a seat. That nervousness I ’ d felt before was now replaced by elation and something else I could not name. Frank joined me shortly after. 
 
 
 “ Dude, that girl definitely digs you. ” 
 
 
 “ What, no way. I ’ m out of her league, she ’ s way too perfect. ” 
 
 
 “ I just saw her spit in coffee. ” 
 
 
 “ My point proven. ” 
 
 
 “ Your coffee is ready. ” 
 
 
 I went and picked it up. Written on it was my name and under that a phone number. I looked over at Rachel, who was in the middle of talking to a customer, and she did a phone sign in my direction. 
 
 
 When I sat back down I was starting to feel the same elation and unnamable feeling as the phantom feelings. 
 
 *Edit: Wording mistakes. *
