Lincoln took a sip of his coffee. "Hmm, I detected a touch of vanilla, semi-bitter chocolate, and Vera Cruz coffee" Take another sip of coffee. "roasted"
The girl was impressed by Lincoln's accurate description of that drink. "Yeah, how did you know?"
"I have a palate for this stuff," Lincoln replied.
"Cool. Are you a coffee connoisseur?" the girl asked.
"You can say yes, but I'd like to know the name of the person who made it," Lincoln asked.
"Well, it was...it was...it was me. My name is Pamela, but my friends call me Pam," answered the girl, who was already red from having been standing so long near Lincoln.
"Pam? That's a beautiful name. Well, Pam, let me congratulate you on this delicious coffee. The temperature is perfect, the ingredients are perfectly mixed, and the texture of the foam is great—neither too runny nor too thick. You can see the love you put into every cup."
Pam let out a deep, heavy breath before breaking down at the sweet words she had received from the albino.
Lincoln was worried when he heard Pam fall to the ground, and the sound of the tray with the girl in her hands caught the attention of all the customers who turned to see what was happening. "Pam? Are you okay, Pam? Oh my God. Pam, answer." Lincoln tapped his four fingers on Pam's cheek, waiting for her reaction, which worked. Pam slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Lincoln holding her in his arms like a prince about to kiss his princess.
"I'm fine." She said it in a lover's tone, caressing Lincoln's hand.
"I'm so glad you're okay; don't give me those worries again."
The customers and Clyde made such a cute scene. For their part, Christina and her friends couldn't believe their eyes. Lincoln Loud, supposedly the most dangerous boy to ever walk at the Royal Woods School, has become a very handsome and sensitive young man.
"Meeting now," Christina said as she dragged her friends into the café's bathroom.
Pam stared at Lincoln and raised her hand to his face so she could brush the lock of hair covering his eyes, but was stopped by Lincoln's hand.
"Please, I do not like my eyes." Lincoln spoke softly and tenderly pushed Pam's hand.
He helped her. Once it was all over, Pam had to go back to work, which she didn't want. What she wanted was to spend more time with this nice guy. After finishing their cappuccino, Lincoln and Clyde leave the money on the table. Lincoln leaves a hundred-dollar tip for Pam; she takes the money, but before Lincoln gets up, she stops him.
"Wait!" she said quickly.
"What's happening?" Lincoln asked.
"Can you give me your number?" the girl shyly asked.
Lincoln's mouth curled up sadly as he answered. Sorry, I don't have a phone, and I don't use it in my condition.
"condition?" The girl wondered what the boy was referring to, but all her doubts were dispelled, and the truth shocked her like a bucket of ice water when she saw that he carried a cane that was unmistakable to many an "Oh...you"
Lincoln lifted a lock of his hair, revealed his eyes to the girl, and smiled, though his blue and cloudy eyes expressed a little melancholy. "Bye, Pam. By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Lincoln. Lincoln Loud."
Pam had heard that name before, but she didn't know why. She didn't care about the gossip at school, so she didn't know what was being said about Lincoln or his bad reputation at school. Gossip and slander
while the boys were walking and talking about what happened in the café.
"Hey, that girl looked really pretty." Clyde said it in a mischievous tone.
"Really? I'll have to take your word for it." Lincoln replied in a sarcastic tone.
"Oh, sorry, buddy, it's just... She looked at you like, Well, you know."
"No, I don't know. I couldn't see her," he replied again in a sarcastic tone.
"She looked at you as if she was interested in you," replied Clyde, already somewhat annoyed by Lincoln's attitude.
"Really? I've never seen these kinds of looks before, so I don't know what they look like."
"Oh, my God," Clyde said, checking his watch.
"What's up, Clyde?" Lincoln asked.
"In thirty minutes, it will be dinner time at your house."
"We'd better hurry up."
As the two friends stroll the neighborhood back to Loud's house, they reminisce about the old times when they were kids just looking to have fun in their daily lives.
"Ha-ha-ha, I can't believe we thought of making those pies. Seriously, who wants to eat salt-and-vinegar peis? And then those dial-up balloon animals? So funny. Even being blind, I can do better." Lincoln laughed as he recalled when they had to present a product for a school fair.
"Ha-ha-ha. And then, when you became the girls guru, ha-ha-ha. What poor advice did you give?" Clyde River.
"Ugh, don't remind me; I still taste those peis. thought to think about it; it was bad advice. I guess it would only be attractive to my sisters; I guess I deserve these peis after all."
"Even with the scratches caused by the salt-and-vinegar puff pastry?" Clyde remembered how much skin irritation cream his friend had to apply for several days to relieve the burn.
Lincoln shuddered when he remembered that his skin was so sensitive and that the burning was unbearable. "Yeah, I deserved it."
Clyde decided to change the subject. "Hey, do you remember the Sadie Hawkins dance?"