Just Friends

Chapter Two: Cas-fee (Casual Coffee)

I open my eyes to the sound of footsteps above me. Ughhh, I think. I roll off of the couch, pull myself up, and amble over to the kitchen. I'm so damn tired. I go to the bathroom to splash myself in the face with water. Oh, god, I think to myself, I look like a zombie. I'm distracted by three quiet knocks on the door. I pick up faint, hurried footsteps and see a small rectangle of notebook paper at the foot of the door.
"So, hey, Jack. Sorry for the rather medieval form of communication, I was going to text you. I realized I didn't have your number? I also just now realized I didn't actually tell you who this was. It's Mark. I'm right outside. Anyways, do you wanna get coffee or something? That'd be cool.

-Mark"
I laugh and open my door. I look either side of me to see Mark standing at the end of the hall. He notices me and runs over.
"So, like," he says.
"Dude, I'd love to get coffee some time! Totally!" I say. "Oh, also, can I see your phone?" He hands me a i5 with a plain black and grey Speck case. I put in my number.
"Thanks," he says. "So, uh, when could you get coffee?"
"Anytime's really good. I could even go now, if you wanted to." I shrug.
"Now's cool."
"Cool."
"Cooooooool."
I laugh. "I just gotta get my shoes." I say. I find myself casually staring at his honey golden skin and not getting my shoes. Hm. "So, I'm just gonna," I point back to my apartment, "yeah."
~time-u skip-u~
Fuck yeah, coffee. Mark and I have been talking for 3 hours. I can see the busboy getting pissed off.
"Hey, dude," I say to Mark, "I think they want to clear the table."
"Oh, yeah," he says.
"Yknow, we could just hang out in my apartment."
"That'd be cool."
"Yeah. Cool." God, I'm smiling like an idiot. We leave (it's a pay-at-the-register place) and hurry back into my apartment. I do a dive into my couch, again, and quickly sit up so I could make room for Mark. Cool.