Not my coffee date

I would admire Emelie from afar but oh do I dislike her. Emelie was too full of herself, the way she appeared in her clothing choice. She always had to dress so...

So nice. Yeah she does dress up all nicely, even on the most simplest of days.

With Emelie drawing in my mind, I quickly changed the subject to work related shit. What kind of costume do I have to work on next? What should I write? So many things that bothered me, all I needed was coffee.

Emelie also enjoyed her coffee, black. Fucking bitter like herself.

Entering the shop the scent of freshly baked goods and coffee being brewed passed my nostrils, with a deep inhale I caught myself up behind the line to the cashier already knowing what to order. Loud chatter was filling the coffee shop, and in the corner of my eyes I spy someone with my eye.

Emelie. No fucking peace whatsoever, she lives in my mind rent free and boom here she appears. At my favorite place.

I sigh to myself just to wake back up to reality, the cashier calling for me and I pick myself back up almost howling my order ''Just a regular coffee, splash of milk. No black coffee today...'' The last words muttered out, as she reminded herself Emelie never drank coffee with milk.

Finishing up I catch myself a taste of the hot coffee leaving the place with my journal under my armpit, holding the mug tight just by being disrupted by a high pitched call.

''Maria!'' I ignore to fasten my steps and trying to escape.

And flee I did. Exiting the shop to go back to my lonely peace.

On a park bench I sip my coffee, pondering on what I should do with the rest of my day, but daylight had already passed and the city was getting ready to say goodnight. Not me though.

The coffee was a few hours old, yet I hadn't finished it, which was unusual to be me. I throw the rest away in the local garbage can and footsteps appear in front of me which activate my fight or flight.

Clutching my fists alerted, I sit up and call out for the predator ''Who's there? Please do answer.'' In a monotone voice I prepare myself.

Hands shoved in the pockets of the jacket, she lets out a playful chuckle and appears under the streetlights. ''Relax, darling.''

Not letting my guard down, my whole body tensing up at the sight of Emelie as she tries to seduce her way towards me.

''Maria come on now, acting like that? Hm?'' She acts all smug until her body warmth presses against yours, slightly taller than myself, with her glittering ocean eyes passing a desired look. ''Sweetie...Come on now.''

Emelie's hand found her way to my bum and gave it a squeeze. What the hell?!

I jolt from the touch just to bunch her plump chest ''Emelie back the fuck off!'' I roar to her.

Yet the smirk never wiped off her face, and her hands tugged back into the pockets of her black leather jacket, her chestnut hair hugging her shoulders.

As I admired her appearance, my breath quickly picked up. Heart beating fast, and my stare locked onto her rosy lips. Which Emelie picked up right away.

''Like what you see, Maria?'' She announces and closes up again to grab onto my waist, tugging me closer with a whisper. ''Don't ignore me again. I need your help and you're gonna listen to what I have to say.'' So I fall into submission right underneath her letting my guard down.

''Julia's hosting this party... Obviously to make ME jealous. You're gonna be my date.'' Being straightforward and I backed up away from her after her confession.

''Yeah, no way.'' I start making my way, far from her until her hand catches my wrist pulling me back.

''Come on Maria, you're my only option'' Her words delivered with softness.

Making my knees tremble and my thoughts suddenly stopping to do it's job. My thoughts weren't thinking.

So I nod. Which satisfied Emelie and there she left.

Disappearing from my sight.