Written in the stars

Conversations in a Cafè

"Woah woah woah, she said what to you?"

"Yea! Hoe had the nerve to call me a homewrecker."

I just had to laugh at that. Who even says 'homewrecker' anymore? Just the word along brings me to a fit a giggles.

"Maybe if she knew how to keep her man and do what needs to be done he would've never stepped out of place and came your way, babe. Plus, Mike never really had feelings for her like that anyway."

"I know right? I'm too damn fly for that shit Jay. Bitch betta buy a blue's clue. That fine ass mothaphucka belongs to me. "

Here I go again with the giggles. I had to cover my mouth because people were starting to stare and I didn't wanna give myself away.

Making my way from my New York penthouse, I decided that I wanted to grab some coffee and on the way my crazy ass sis Rob called. Not blood relatives but we share a deep history so calling her anything less would be disrespectful in my eyes.

As I made my way around the corner to the place, I pulled my hat a little further down, fixing my black Ray bands and hoodie.

"Yea girl you know how your brother can be. Always tryna impreg-"

Fuck!

"Woah, are you okay? I barely saw you there."

I tried my best to collect myself off of the concrete, keeping my identity to myself. He had his hand reached out so I took it, not looking at him just yet.

"No no, it's fine. Accidents happen, don't worry about it."

I was about to quickly dash in the coffee place until his grip got a little tighter. I looked over at him and his eyes pierced through me. Took my breath away for a moment.

I usually never get starstruck, considering all of the huge stars i've came in contact with in my short twenty-seven years of being on this earth. But this was different.

And as quickly as we bumped into each other I knew, I just knew I was in for the time of my life.

"Hello? Earth to Miss.Jackson?"

"Huh? Oh..I'm sorry."

"No apologies. I believe I was the one that bumped into you, not the other way around. "

For as long as I've been staring at this man, I just realized he had a cigarette hanging from his lips. I rarely smoke, if ever, because of obvious reasons. But sometimes there are some moments in life that just make you want to.

I watched as his lips curled into a smile.

God, can I please be that cigarette?

"My eyes are more in the northern region, love."

Busted

"I'm sorry, excuse me. I swear I'm not creepy at all."

We both laughed but mine was more of a nervous laugh then anything else. I cleared my throat and ran my hand in my hair as he looked me over, smirking softly.

"Come on, let's get a drink and have a little chat."

He flicked his cigarette into the middle of the street and lead us towards the coffee place, my hand still in his.

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"So..how did you happen to fall into my arms Janet?"

"Well I was on the phone with my sister-in-law about something and I guess I was wrapped up into the conversation and wasn't looking where I was going."