The Blueness of a Blue Wild Flower

Chapter XX

THE 1ST OF DECEMBER, THE 19TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE SECOND MILLENIUM'S ARRIVAL; 7:42 P.M.

The sky was dark silver as it was snowing lightly. The coffee's smoke rose from a mug sitting beside a book, having the smoke blur our the title on a black table. Its cover had a blurred flower that seem to be tinted with blue, like a polariod film and had "J. C. Palomera" written at the bottom-most corner, most likely to be the author's name. The book was beside a small lamp post at the other side of the black fence-like railing that surrounded the coffee shop and the other outside tables and chairs beneath tall cafè umbrellas.

A delicate hand picked the mug up and lead it to her lips, Kyleigh's delicate lips, as its smoke bent with her breath and entered her nostrils. Her once stern stare from her hazel eyes beneath her black Wayfarer glasses thinned gently as she sipped the coffee. She inhaled deeply after, and was later followed by white smoke emitting from her pink lips as her other hand's thumb with the sky blue Rastaclat wrapped around the wrist tapped on her phone.

Her hair was tied to a bun, held by chopsticks, with the excess hair coming and dangling from the back of the bun itself touching her black scarf. It covered her neck and the collars of her unbuttoned white shirt worn over her sky blue tank top. The shirt's tips touched her black fitted denim chinos who had its own ends tucked into her Jordan 11 Columbia's, which was white and sky blue.

The chair carried her back as she crossed her legs. Her eyes took a look at the time and placed it on the table and picked the book up instead. She was silent as her eyes moved as she read through the pages as a young man, seems to be about her age approached her.

He was a ginger with green eyes and a bit of facial hair. His face was young and seemed nervous as it stood on his brown box shoes, his tight denim jeans that had its ends folded and his brown cotton sweater.

"Umm, hi," the young man said as he waved, "has anyone taken this seat?" he asked as he held the back of the chair opposite her.

She looked at his eyes and it moved to the sides without turning her head as it looked at the other empty chairs and back to him, and nodded.

He pulled out a chair and moved it on the vacant side of the table, "Oh, do you mind if I do this?" he said.

Her head shook as she kept reading.

He smiled, "Aren't you Kyleigh Winters?"

Her eyes turned to him, peeking from the top end of the book, and thinned with a mix of suspicion and surprise, "How did you know?"

"I'm a school mate of yours," he answered, "I'm a year older I think."

She nodded a bit and turned back to the back she was reading.

"Where are my manners? I'm Jeevs by the way," he paused and silence came for a moment as she smiled to him and nodded, "What was your second name again?"

"Frances," she answered silently.

"Oh," he smiled, "that sounds elegantly cute."

She smiled a bit, "I get that a lot."

He chuckled, "So you came here," he interrupted himself with his realization, "I mean who you came here with?"

She turned her eyes behind him, "Him," she said as her head moved upwards once to point,

He turned his head and saw Frost in his grey sweater and tight black denim pants. His feet carried itself from the snowy concrete floor with its grey sneakers. He walked past by him and kissed Kyleigh on her cheek, "Sorry it took so long."

She gave her a smile, "I'm used to it," she said, "just one valid reason would do," she chuckled as she added.

"Umm hey," Jeevs called her, "I'm going, see you around Winters," he said as he waved to the two of them.