Nosy.
The word popped out through my mind. That was what Tom said when I showered him with questions during our first met. Seemingly, I must be ready if he shots that word again at me. I really want to know what was going on inside the store minutes ago. Why did the woman who was about sixty years old look at him so sharply? Intently? And why did he do the same? Although I already have my own assumption, still, I want to know the truth. However, I doubt that Tom will tell me.
"Hey, daydreamer," he waved at my face, making me blink rapidly.
"Ah, what?"
"What was that?"
"That what?"
"On your mind. You seemed to be thinking about something when you walked over here." He stretched out his hand to take over the paper bag filled with apples from my hands. That's very nice of him.
"Thank you," I lowered my sleeves which were slightly raised as a result of carrying the paper bag earlier, "Nothing."
He shrugged, "Okay then. So, coffee shop, next?" He literally acted like there was nothing happened. Well, maybe it was really nothing then.
"Is that far?"
"Nope. Why? Tired already?" he raised those thick eyebrows. I smiled shyly and shook my head as my silent response. "Don't worry, I can carry you if you are." His smirk was so cute.
"No, thank you! I'm stronger than you think." I said vaingloriously and walked ahead of him. Tom's face was like 'oh yeah?', followed by a snigger, then he walked towards me.
Apparently, Tom was right. The coffee shop isn't far from the grocery store. He hastily walked ahead of me when we arrived at the entrance. And I was wondering why. Oh, to my surprise, he allowed himself to enter first, then held the door open so I could enter. How polite he is, and sweet. A gentleman's gesture that I like and surely makes my heart melt.
This is a rustic type of coffee shop. Everything is made of wood. The floors, walls, ceiling, even the tables, and stools. We can immediately feel the warmth as soon as we enter this place. It gradually gets rid of the cold that sticks to our bodies from the outside.
In a slow-mo, I turned my head from right to left, scannig the whole room. The lighting was perfectly installed on each corners. Not too dark nor too bright. It's just perfectly fit. There weren't that many people here, only two groups of people enjoying coffee this afternoon. Surely, Tom and I will be the third. Then my eyes darted to an empty seat, where if I sit there, the large-fixed-window will be on my left and my back. There is no doubt for not getting there.
Sitting next to the window is always my favorite thing. No wonder I chose this corner for spending my time, together with this gorgeous man, who is still kind of mysterious to me. I mean, let's say that I just met him, and all I know about him is just his name. Nothing else. Then why on earth do I really want to spend my time with him, instead of letting him away? Deep inside, I felt like I'd been connected to him. It could be said that I had some peculiar experiences since I've been in Healy, to be precise since I met Tom.
I ordered a vanilla latte, cheesy baked potatoes, and mineral water from the waitress as she came up here. When she asked Tom, he just shook his head and smiled. He didn't pick anything to drink or eat. So, she left us to process my order.
"For real, dude? You don't feel hungry or thirsty?" I asked in curiosity. Maybe more like in disbelief.
He folded his arms on the table, "Nope."
I slightly leaned toward the table so I could get closer to the man in front of me and said, "Even a little bit? I mean, we've been walking for that long, though."
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The Absolute Blue Moon
VampireShe has to moving out and trapped on a small town in Alaska. With no friends, but her brother, Davis. What a bore. Suddenly, her boringly life changes into full of passion, strange, thrilling and throw down the gauntlet at the same time, as she met...