My Friends - Red Hot Chili Peppers
The 'tan' I'd gotten from the beach wasn't too intense, I'd only been out for about five minutes, but the sun never played around. She always meant business.
On the bright side, my arm had really straightened out.
I had to say, going out had really made me feel good about myself, I didn't know whether it was the vitamin D or the familiar face or even the unfamiliar face, but I really felt good for some reason. I loved it and I wanted to re-experience it, so I tried to recreate it, except instead of going to the sun's haven, I went to a shadier place.
There was a small shopping centre around where Terence lived, the restaurant he'd taken me on our six month anniversary, Henkies, and they had some good food and I was hungry and I had some cash.
So I snuck onto a bus during a time when it wasn't busy and missioned to his side of town.
I never really went there for anything other than school and I half wanted to jump out when I got to his stop, but I had to control myself. It was weird, almost as if I was acting on impulse. I naturally only took that bus during that time when I wanted to visit him. Taking that bus and not visiting him felt to foreign that I was afraid I'd develop a rash.
When I finally did get to the restaurant it was empty, as usual and I wondered how they ever kept it going, maybe I just had a knack for getting there at the best time.
The waiters welcomed me warmly and told me the special, but I just had my usual, a steak and my waiter then rushed off to get it done.
As soon as he left, I whipped out my phone in an attempt to keep me busy. Nobody bothers anyone who's hooked on their phone and I didn't feel like seeing any more familiar faces.
And I didn't.
The face I saw, I'd never seen before, but she kept looking at me as though we'd been sisters in another life.
She was right across the room, staring at me shamelessly, sitting in the corner, a dark corner and she was all alone.
When we did finally make eye contact I expected her to look away suddenly, but she didn't.
Many people would have looked away before I'd even succeeded in looking them right in the eye, but she was different.
Her head didn't budge an inch.
After staring at each other for about five minutes straight she starting laughing breaking our eye contact. She the stood up and made her way over to the table I was sitting at.
She didn't even have the decency to ask me if the chair was taken. She just pulled out the chair and sat down, all while still staring at me, never breaking eye contact.
"Yes, please sit down." I rolled my eyes, my voice thick with sarcasm.
"Thank you," she just nodded at me. "I love getting permission for these things." She said reciprocating the sarcasm.
I rolled my eyes again. She then began singing.
"They see me rolling, they hating." She sang out in a deep voice, mimicking the artist.
I had to laugh, I really did. She'd successfully broken the ice without even telling me her name.
"My name's Emily, Emily Jordaan." She smiled, extending her hand. So she did have some social graces.
"Jasmine, my name is Jasmine Kenward." I said back, I originally wasn't going to tell her my surname, but she'd told me hers so I felt like I kind of had to.
