To be honest, he was handsome. No. That word doesn't do him justice.
The way his eyes shined was something that made her feel special, like she was the most precious thing he has ever seen. And it may be true.
John extended his palm politely at Missy and repeated his name, maybe that way she wouldn't forget it.
-"Hello, I'm John Smith. is very nice to meet you."
-"I'm Missy. Missy Saxon. the pleasure is mine"
If it was possible, sparks flew when their skin came in contact. She noticed his long, elegant fingers wrap around her petite hand and squeezed, his short nails and...there was it. A golden ring with a green stone set. Of course the bloody man had to be married, but what a strange ring to wear. It was obvious the wife choose it.
Quickly, look around. There must be a sign of the woman.
And right behind him, with those impossibly brown large eyes (they got wider!), short hair and a pretty red blouse, the smiling girl that greeted her was standing firmly, watching with pure fascination this man. Well, of course he wouldn't be alone (not everyone is like you) and he took the nicest, british girl he could find. Damn him. And her too.
Missy squeezed his hand back gently and retrieved back her arm to just let it hang to her side, a pang of rage, jealousy and hate running through her body, but she had to calm the expression on her face. So just a nice smile would have to do.
-"I just came for some coffee John, I'm not sure why the fuss about it being my first time coming to this place, I can promise you that if i like it I'll come back frecuently..."
-"I'm sure you read the name of the shop, Missy. Twelve Cups is an idea I had in mind for a long time. What we drink, eat and do is what define us, with time I learnt to decipher the mood of the people that walked in and asked for a cuppa." He pointed to the girl behind. "Clara here, helps me to attend the clients and when someone new comes, we offer them a drink based on a small chat from the list of twelve beverages we have. It is on the house by the way"
-"Are you telling me you will get inside my mind to see what kind of coffee is better for my innner demons?"
-"Well, if you want I can include alcohol to the list of things to offer you".
This man had the cheek to smile. The last thing Missy needed was a random bloke to psycho analyze her. Also he was married (or at least engaged) so she wouldn't get anything more from this experience than a free coffee. How boring.
-"And..if you don't find a beverage for me? what happens?"
-"Well, then you order whatever you fancy, pay for it and choose to drink it here or go home".
Clara touched his shoulder and grinned right to Missy.
-"But we have liked you, so if you don't find your cuppa today, your drink is on us".
Fuck. Fuck. The damned girl is so lucky and she had to rub it on her face.
