An Unfinished Painting

4- The Coffee Shop

   The next day, I wore black boots that were covered up by my black pants, along with a silk white button up that I tucked in and an oversized black leather jacket. My long brown hair, the same as always. Wearing my thin round glasses and holding a cigarette in my mouth as I walked to the coffee shop to meet up with May. Like always, I arrived late. I walked into the small coffee shop to see May sitting in the back corner table. She stood up and waved to me, she was wearing a mustard knitted shirt and high wasted flared light brown trousers, her blonde hair in a half up half down look. Wearing her brown sunglasses on top of her head with a brown shade of eyeshadow for her makeup. May's face features almost exactly the same as Daisys. A chubbier face then mine, just like Daisys. Her forehead and jawline smaller than her cheekbones and her jawline not as sharp as mine. The same blue eyes as Daisys, expect much darker, as if I was looking into the deep sea rather than the bright morning sky.

"Professor!" She excitingly said as I walked up to the table she was sitting at, "I'm so happy that you made it!" She stood up from the brown leather chair, "I was worried you weren't going to come."

I sat down in the small brown chair across from her, "I'm not that mean."

"I know you're not." She smiled, "I got you a black iced coffee." I looked at the drink in front of me, a glass of iced coffee.

I looked back up at her, "How'd you know I drank black iced coffee? Are you a stalker?"

May laughed, she was holding a white cup that looked like it would be a hot latte, "You usually have a black iced coffee at your desk when you teach," She proudly said, "If you don't want it, I can get you something else."

I put my hand around the cold cup and smiled, "No, this is good. Thank you."

"You're so cute Professor," She leaned in, "You know your eyes are different colors," She pointed at my right eye, "This one is a dark green," I leaned back a little from her hand, "And this one is hazel."

"I've been told before," I awkwardly said, "Don't call me cute, I'm your professor."

"Oh I brought this," She leaned over, looked through her bag for a moment, then placed a book on the table, "It's your novel!"

I stared at the front cover, "Uh, do you want me to sign it or something?" I awkwardly asked.

May laughed, "You're funny Professor. Can I call you by your first name?"

"No" I firmly said.

"Well that's a shame, you have such a pretty name." She put her hand on the novel that she had placed on the brown wooden table, "This is my favorite novel of yours." I awkwardly tried smiling as she kept talking, "I gotta ask, why was the ending so sad? I mean if you ask anyone, they should have ended up together, it still would have been a great story."

My smile faded, "Well there are no happy endings in the real world. If you want a happy ending, write your own novel."

"I'm no writer," May handed me a black pen as she opened the book for me to sign, "But I am a fan of your writing and looking forward to reading more novels of yours."

I felt awkward as I signed my own novel for this girl. I handed back her pen, "I won't be writing another book."

"Why not?" She asked in a whiny voice.

"I can't seem to be able to write anymore."

The smile on her face did not change, as if she was about to say something positive back (which I was exactly right about). "I bet you'll be able to write something soon."

I did not want to be the 'negative Nancy' and disagree with her, so I just smiled back. Anyways, she was just a student of mine, I should not be sulking in my own self pity right in front of her. After that, I made light conversation, mostly asking how her classes were going and other boring conversation topics.