Diving In

The Meeting

Call me, as soon as you land. I love you.

I texted Josie before stepping out with a sleek bun atop my head, a pair of diamond studs in my ears. High waist jeans, with an all black tank tucked into them and an all black pair of Louboutin red bottoms brought me to home base. Sliding into my drivers seat, I sat and applied a red lip and slipped on my gold bangles. Tapping his number, I placed the phone in my vent clip and put it on speakerphone. It rang a few moments before someone picked up.

Hi.

His voice drifted over the line, filling the silence of my car.

Hi.

You're not changing your mind on me, are you?

No.

I had rushed to answer that, for whatever reason. This man could be a serial killer for all I knew. A clean cut business man by day, and a serial killer at night. Needless to say none of those thoughts deterred me.

I'm glad to hear that. There was a smile evident in his voice. I'll be there waiting?

Sure thing, I'll see you soon.

See you soon, Nia.

I disconnected from the call and backed out of my driveway. I'm not much of a coffee girl, but it was neutral territory, and there were no expectations. Around twenty minutes later I arrived at Joes East Atlanta Coffee Shop, parked my Mercedes and headed inside. Stopping to scan the café full of patrons, I spotted Caleb seated in a far corner and sashayed over to the table. He stood, rising to greet me. Each of us drinking the other in with our eyes. Crisp linen shirt, dark jeans, and a black pair of Cole Haan dress shoes. Not bad.

He stood with a lopsided boyish grin. Those same chestnut curls adorned his head, with salt and pepper flecks if I'm not mistaken? That made me no never mind, it was that spark in his eyes, cerulean blue. We enveloped in a polite embrace before exchanging pleasantries. Like the gentleman I assumed him to be, he pulled out my chair and I sat, before scooting in a bit closer.

"I have to be honest, I didn't think you would come, Nia." He said, smiling in one cheek.

"You don't say? Here I have this man leaving his number on receipts, just knowing I would call. But, you were unsure?" I smirked. He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table, his face in his palm. "To be honest, you're beautiful and I thought you might have better things to do than sit around drinking coffee with a guy like me." Speaking of which, the waiter came and jotted down our order. For me, a cappuccino with a shot of espresso and a blueberry muffin. And for Caleb, a coffee, black. Hmm, the way he likes his women? I shook that thought away, giggling.

"Well thank you for the compliment, you're not so bad on the eyes yourself. The only thing you're keeping me away from is a night of junk food binging." His eyes seemed to light up as we went on to engage in a playful banter. Over the next hour or so I'd learned that Caleb was single, twice my age and a very wealthy man. The money I didn't care about. Besides that, he was sweet the whole time we conversed. I was intrigued.

We walked to my car, Caleb insisted, since I'd parked in back of the building. There was a comfortable silence once we'd made it to my car. I leaned against my drivers side door, while he stood a short distance away, rocking gently on his heels. "Fuck it." He mumbled to himself. Before I could get out a response, his lips were on mine.