White Lies

Maple Lattes

He looked at me as I approach him. He wears fancy glasses. I could clearly see his deep blue eyes through those glasses. I never expect that he's wearing glasses.

"Hello, Alice". He said standing. Why does he always kill me with his smile? Why does he let my butterflies flutter in my stomach? Why does he always let me fall for him?

"We'll Jake, your treat?" I said smiling and sit in front of him. The hard table was between us. Treating me some Maple Lattes was such a great idea. Good thing that Maple Lattes helps me in digesting my butterflies in my stomach. I was so happy then because I dared to speak onto him.

"Opps, I almost forgot. Okay. Hold on a sec." He stood and got into the counter and just a moment I received a hot Maple Latte from his warm hands.

"Here you go" as he put my latte in front of me. I could smell the aroma of my latte. I could smell the sweetness and taste of our lattes and I could smell his scent and love for me. Assuming.

"Thanks a lot." I smiled. He smiled back. I fall again.

And again, for many times, awkwardness surrounds us. The plain silence had made our hot Maple lattes into freezing popsicles. I could hear the mellow music play in the café and the conversation of the ordinary people around us. I gently blew my cup and take a sip. He also took a sip from his cup. Looking at the plain ceilings and floors of the cafe, his hands were on his thighs. I thought he was gonna know me better. He was on silent mode.

"How are you?" He state as he flickered his deep blue eyes.

"Fine, You?" I said in an awkward tone. I rolled my eyes as I smiled.

"Fine." He said and again silence covered us again.

"This moment is kinda awkward to me. Sorry about that." He apologized and smiled. Good thing that he knew what I was feeling about.

"That's okay. Let's meet up again? Like meeting each other for the first time? Like when we first saw each other in party?" I asked as I slowly digest my butterflies in my stomach. The Maple aroma and his blue eyes do have a great help.

"So, you're Jake Gyllenhaal? Right?" I asked again as I take a sip again. Of course, I know his name but I just wanna know him better. All I know from him is his simple name and that simple name changed everything.

"Yes, I'm Jake Gllylenhaal, 22 years old. Loves lattes like you." He held again his hands towards giving me a handshake. He repeats on what he did on the party. I held him my hands. We shake hands. Also, the crazy feeling repeats. I never expect to meet a kind of boy like this.

"You? Alison Finlay right?" He said as he raised his eyebrows. He smiled again. I was happy then still he remembered my name.

"Yes, Alison Finlay, 21 years old. Living in a big 'ol city. New York." I said as a raised my hands in the air. This was so obvious. This was so embarrassing. I just want to light up our conversation like lighting up a candle in the darkest night hour. I still do it even if I look like a crazy jerk. I heard him laugh a little bit.

"Is there a problem?" I asked again in a mocking tone. I smiled as I raised my eyebrows. I know that I made him laugh.

"No-no, well of course, you're living in New York because we are really are in New York." He giggled. I smiled and took a sip again. My hands were not that sweaty and the butterflies stop fluttering in my stomach. I think I'm comfortable now with Jake.