I woke up to the loud, unfriendly beep of a text ringtone on my iPhone. Wait, when had I fallen asleep? I checked the time quickly. 3:00pm. I jumped up off the couch, rushing to the bathroom to quickly make myself presentable.
In all of my nervousness for this date, how had I fallen asleep?
After plugging my curling iron in, and praying it would heat up quickly, I remembered the text message. I grabbed my phone off the couch, unlocked the screen, bringing up the iMessage application.
Hope your date goes well ;) not too well... -K
Got to love brothers. At least he woke me up in time. I touched up my hair with my half-heated curling iron, slapped on some mascara, eye liner, and a little blush, and threw on the outfit I had thankfully set out beforehand.
I grabbed my purse and iPhone, running out the door and into my car.
Sitting in traffic, I looked at the clock. 4:01. So much for not being late. I pulled out my phone and sent Anderson a text message.
Hey I'm stuck in a little traffic, be there soon! -N
No worries :) -A
I sighed, tossing my phone onto the passenger seat and pulling forward slowly with the flow of traffic.
I've always hated that moment of walking up to meet your date. Especially when it's a first date. Especially when I barely know the guy.
At this moment, all three were about to happen.
I pulled up and parked my Mini Cooper along the curb, the only parking available at this coffee shop, and turned the engine off. After a check in the mirror and a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped my brown calf-height leather boots onto the asphalt, straightening out my burgundy lace dress as I stood. I locked and closed the door before placing one boot in front of the other, making my way up to the glass door of the coffee shop.
Pushing on the door, that familiar gust of artificial wind hit me in the face; thankfully I had thought ahead and held my curled hair down so as not to ruin what work I had done on it. Once the door closed, stopping the air over my head, I looked around the shop for Anderson.
I made my way to the counter to order my drink, keeping my eyes peeled for him. I gave the cashier my order, paid, and then walked to the end of the counter to get my drink.
As I waited for the barista to steam the milk for my chai tea latte, I casually glanced amongst the tables, yet again looking for my date. Finally, right as the employee handed my drink over the counter to me, I spotted him, alone at a table for two in a corner of the store, sipping on his drink. He seemed lost in thought as he gazed at a picture on the wall near him, and uninterested expression on his features. As I made my way over to him, I took the opportunity to check him out a little.
He was wearing an ash grey button down shirt, the long sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his muscular forearms. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone. His dark blue jeans fit nicely over his well built legs, ending right at the top of his same worn leather shoes he had been wearing the day I met him. His short brown hair was slightly messed up, as if he had run his hand through it recently. His bright green eyes were unfocused behind his thick, black rimmed glasses.
As I got closer to the table, he snapped out of his daze. A smile made its way to his face as he subtly, yet quickly, checked me out. He set his cup down on the small table and stood, taking a few steps toward me.
"Nyla, you look beautiful," he said, his eyes taking me in again. "Thanks," I smiled.
He pulled my chair out for me, waiting for me to take my seat. Once I had sat down, he walked around to his own chair, sitting and picking his coffee back up, holding on to it with both hands.
