I Quit Thinking

CHAPTER 7

Meet and Greet

Some nights, such trouble is really trying me. I have no idea, why or what. But, I always feel the need to check up on her. I had to see Louie home in her apartment. Not that I really have to, but I am indeed used now on looking at the hall down to her door every time I took the stairs. Her apartment is always half open, it's still as broken as the first time I saw it. There are times where she's not home at night, the lights were off the whole evening.

Like last night.

Crumpling the pages on my hand, I manage to bring my attention infront of my screen again. Still, I haven't got those looks in her eyes out of my stubborn head. It's still here from that night I last saw her, visiting me at any chance. The boys on the other table calls for another set of espresso, my eyes automatically glance at their side, three university boys in fine brown uniform suits, each of them are minding their own business. Different pages are glued in their hand, one with a newspaper, a thick book, and one with a manuscript. They're sitting as relaxed as their broad shoulders and serious face. No one would dare to touch these niggas.

I stick to what I'm doing, typing on my keyboard. I have to finish a report that Leonard, my boss back in New York assigned to me. The time I end to complete the task I've been meaning to start, one of the boys started to speak.

"I knew it.." He said, "Kenj, bro let's go." I heard the other one say, I look up and my eyes weakly takes the shop, people are still minding all their businesses, the view outside of this place were now slowly overtaken by dark. The three uni-boys begin folding their papers and walk precisely on the exit toward the side of where Louie is.

Louie?

She's standing over there outside, leaning against the column across this shop wearing a black tank top and a pair of ripped jeans, with a book in her hand, her sling bag in one shoulder and her brunette hair on one side aligned softly under the now running street lights. The fine boys started to approach her, they were all taller than a five-six Louie. They are standing on her side while calmly gushing. I can't know their conversations but unfortunately it didn't last. Louie then smiles at them before they exchanged a lovely guacamole goodbye.

Sweet.

I closed the laptop infront of me and took the exit door. Running along the sideways, the busy City and tall buildings started to double up their colors and compete with the other lights as the evening completely embraced them.

"Louie!" I call, she heard it but never dared to look. She just smiled, eyes on her book, ignoring every group of people who's passing by infront of her and everywhere.

"Louie," I stand just close enough to catch her attention. "Can I join you?"

"You might be, why?"

"In your life.."

Her head turns up to look at me, blank and caught off guard. "What."

"It's cold out here," I softly say, thinking it might change the atmosphere. "Can I take you there inside?" My words came out freaking annoying for me. I hope it's not for her.

"Where exactly," Her brows moved this time.

"There." I eyed the shop across where we are.

She then closed her book, giving me an eye contact that lasted one and a half minute. I wonder what she's thinking.

"Weren't you just came in there?"

Oh. I did, how'd she know? "You saw me there? You're spying on me now."