The Racket Quotient

6 - Waiting...

You were at seated in a cozy corner of the cafe, waiting for Trey to arrive. When you messaged him telling him you arrived, he replied with "oops, running a bit late. I'll be there in 10 ". Only slightly disappointed at the thought that he might have forgotten about the meetup you tried to distract yourself

by arranging and rearranging your stationary.

Being a stickler for being organized and a perfectionist, you took a last look at the cafe table of meticulously arranged highlighters in order of the rainbow, 3 different colored pens and 4 backup pens in your pencil case, opened up notebook and textbook, and decided to rereading your notes from previous lessons. 

If organizing stationary was an Olympic sport, you'd win gold, always adhering to the belief that the magic of productivity lay within the pages of well-highlighted notes.  You were convinced that making pretty notes worked equally as well as 2 hours worth of study time. How? You had no idea.

Taking occasional sips from a delightful banana-strawberry smoothie—your elixir blend of brain fuel—you delved into the mathematical depths of your textbook questions. You were a firm believer that your brain required just as much warming up before math, as an athlete's  body does before sports.

The cafe was a perfect spot for the study sessions, with light jazz that seemed to always be playing in the cafe and the slight hum of the espresso machine, it was a cozy but bright place to work. It barely had a few customers at a time which also made it slightly interesting but quiet whenever someone walked in.

The jingle of the entry bells on the door grabbed your attention. You look up in anticipation, hoping to see Trey but it was just the barista re-entering the cafe with an empty tray. Slightly disappointed, a sigh escaped and you went back to working on some problems and let some time pass.

You hear the the entry bells again and dismiss it as another customer coming in, and not look up. When you feel a person walking towards your table you realize it was Trey who just came in. 

A large smile crept up your face as you greeted him, and in return, he had an apologetic look on his face. A delicate film of sweat adorned his forehead with slightly disheveled hair, he somehow seemed even more attractive.

"I am so sorry I kept you waiting for so long." He put his school bag down and sat across you on the chair.

"No it's absolutely fine, I was running late this morning but I got here with a few minutes to spare." You replied, trying to reassured him, subtly downplaying your own commitment to punctuality as the wooden chair creaked slightly as Trey settled into it.

Trey gave you another apologetic smile and brought out his math textbook and showed you what he had covered in school. You asked him questions about what topics he had done and gave him a 20 page worksheet with questions containing the basics. His eyes widened in a momentary panic when you told him to complete all of it. It had taken a grand total of 3 minutes of convincing to get him to believe that it was easy and he reluctantly started the worksheet.

You weren't trying to torture him but this part was important so you could see what he knew, what he needed help with, and you could construct plans for sessions.

You silently watched him as he worked, his brows gently furrowed in concentration and the occasional pouting and puffing out air when he got stuck on questions. After about 10 minutes of admiring (ogling) his beautiful features you decided to go back to working on some of your questions of your own homework.

Author's Notes
Oof this was such a long week, I had no time because of exams. What are your opinions on the chapter names? I was thinking of getting rid of them :/

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