Standing in front of her she totally ignores me. Her hands resting on the table and her palms holding up the open book. Her eyes were directly on it.
"I'm not following you, just came here for coffee." I raise the coffee cup.
"And to say hi" I add.
She raises her head and stares at me, "You came here to say hi to me?" She says it like it's a bad thing, and I'm not allowed to do so.
"No...No, not that. I mean I came here for the coffee, and I saw you. So I just came to say hi" I explain with my hand.
"Hi" I add. So I said it.
She nods, "Okey you've said it, so um..." She raises her brows, shining her eyes.
"Yeah, I should go."
I was hoping she'd ask me to sit with her.
I take a few steps away, and hear her call me. I turn to her, wondering what she whats to say to me this time.
"You can stay. If you want, of course." She portrays her hand towards me.
"Thanks." I take the seat opposite her, a square table in-between.
We keep our outer silence as she concentrates on the novel.
"You have nice hair, it's all straight and dark and beautiful..." I try breaking the silence. She asked me to sit, and what? She just ignores me.
She falls the book on the table and glances up at me. A smile spreads across her face, as she shakes her head.
"Well someone has to start a conversation." I smile.
"And you get to do that." She says sarcastically, nodding her head.
She's smiling, and it somehow relaxes my nerves.
I chuckle, "but it's true though. You have lovely hair." Her light-up face gives me the boldness to say that.
"Thanks, you do too."
Who is this and what has she done to Sam.
SAM.
I'm glad he started, cause I don't know how to start a conversation, especially with a guy that was making me all nervous.
I close the book and shift it to the side. I tap my fingers at the table, finding it difficult to raise the topic about last night.
"About last..." We both say in unison.
Puff, this is going to be hard. what I'm I going to say to him? How do I explain my actions? He also made a move, he should also explain himself.
"You go first." why did I tell him that? I don't want him to be the one to say it was a mistake. I turn guys down, not the other way around.
"Ladies first," he insists. glad he did.
"Okey." I sigh, and trap my hair behind my ears. "last night I was obviously in distress and...and you were um, stressed out after all the cleaning, so we weren't ourselves And I'm glad we didn't make that mistake."
I was somehow in distress, I guess that was why I acted that way. Thank God, I was afraid I might have...no, of course not, that's not possible
"Yeah, you are right, glad we didn't," he says reluctantly, wrapping his hands around his steamed cup of coffee that's seated on the table.
I feel calm after settling all that.
"Speaking of, how did your mom take it?" He sips from his coffee.
He doesn't want to know that, and I can't even begin to explain that to him.
"Like herself." I sip from my coffee
"I'm glad."
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