Two days passed before John remembered the purple scarf he found outside the shop. It was weird, he swore he left it in the kitchen but at some point it disappeared. He was pretty sure it was Clara who threw it away (control freak, Missy said. If she ruined a frappuccino she would start it all over again until it was perfect) And being honest with himself, he didn't want more to do with it. Surely someone dropped it.
But why did he remember it? Oh yes.
That afternoon Missy stopped by the shop at around 6:15 p.m. (control freak a bit yourself don't you think? Knowing at what hour she usually comes and if she's late by fifteen minutes) And she was wearing the very same skirt she wore on their second date, a skirt long down to her ankles, tight at her waist to show how small framed she is and in a rich tone of purple. The same as the scarf actually...
Okay, forget about the bloody piece of clothing...speaking of which, Missy would look very well with that skirt off...John!
He looked down to see Missy standing right in front of him, her face inches away from his and a wicked smile on her lips.
-"Nice to see you, John"
-"Missy...I was precisely thinking about you" (Yes he was)
-"Why just think about me when I am right here"
-"You're right I guess, the real thing is even better."
He crushed his lips against her red, soft, tempting lips, licking her bottom lip teasingly before pulling away, grinning and feeling a blush creep up his cheeks.
-"Now that's the way to greet me"
-"The right way to treat the girlfriend!" Clara shouted from the kitchen
Now John could easily swore his face was as red as Clara's jacket.
-"Well well John, when did I miss that?"
-"I...well...I wanted to ask you, yes...You'll see...you're a nice woman and...I like you..."
-"Silly man, we'll talk about this later, deal? Now give me a vanilla cappuccino before I cry"
-"Why would you cry?"
-"Give me the bloody drink!"
Missy winked at him and pulled back, walking to the stairs and going to the second floor, the skirt swaying with her hips and...John stop!
A few minutes later he went upstairs to join her with her beverage and a bottle of water for himself.
She looked so innocent, big glasses perched on her little nose and blue eyes wide while her petite hands held a book. What was the woman reading?
-"Is it any good?"
She was startled by his voice and quickly lowered the book to look at him, shaking her head she put the book back in her bag.
-"I...yeah...I think it was..French?"
-"You? reading a French book?"
-"What's wrong with it?"
