Her
"Will you just look
at me for goodness sake" she shouted at me from across the cafe table. The cafeteria fell silent for a short millisecond before returning to its loud, lively chatter filling the room in a enjoyable bliss. The coffee grinders were going off and on, the smell of the freshly made latte tingled in the air with my senses erupting viciously. The door opening and closing with the tiny little doorbell ringi-
"Are you listening"
"Sorry, what?"
"There you go again Angelika, can you just focus on me for a second and not lose concentration every fucking minute?" Nikita rambled on, sipping her tea and her long fingers grazing across her MacBook keyboard.
I nodded my head and looked out of the window, rapping my hands around the hot cup of chai latte that say in front of me.
"So as I was saying before, Professor Anderson asked me to do a report on the mental state on anyone close to me" she started to talk rather innocently closing her MacBook, moving it to the side along with her tea and placing her elbows on the table.
She leaned in and stated
"You're gonna be the one Angel, you'll help me get an A on this and I'll finally show Mr Anderson what I can really do" she said resting her elegant face on in her hands and closing her eyes. I looked her, studying her face which was clearly deep in thought and slowly started to get annoyed with her treating me like a huge nut case.
"Yeah just because you want him to bend you over his desk doesn't mean you can interrogate my mental health. For all I know you'll probably make it ten times worse with your 'How is your day' going questions" I spoke up for the first time this morning. She snapped her eyes open, finally realising that the words that came out of my mouth weren't her hallucination. She stared at me with her hard, green eyes before opening her mouth.
"He already bent me over his desk" she smirked sitting back in her seat.
"It was a root and boot you mean" I said, I could hear her jaw dropping as I packed up my stuff into my bag. I finished off the rest of my latte and got up.
"He still likes me I know it, and I just need to prove to him that I'm actually super smart not just a girl with a pretty face."
"Okay, cool" I answered her walking out of the caffe into the Autumn air, her heels clicking behind me.
"Come on your my best friend Lika"
"No"
"Yes"
"No way, get lost"
"You just don't want me to get laid"
I turned around to face her, "You really think I'm getting jealous of you getting laid by a 30 year old man with a wife and child" I asked her as if she was crazy. She studied my face and probably thought about my weaknesses as unrealistic as that might sound
"I'll pay you"
"When the fuck do we start".----------------------------------------------
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Sensuality
Randomsensuality sɛnsjʊˈalɪti,sɛnʃʊ-/ noun the enjoyment, expression, or pursuit of physical, especially sexual, pleasure.