Her Name...

Fate - Part 1

Her name was Faith. I met her at the coffee shop down by my apartment on Saturday morning. I wanted some personal time; Chelsea had an interview with someone from the university she was applying to, and Danielle was getting everything ready for the event tomorrow.

She was sitting at a booth, casually sipping her coffee, with a pencil in her hand, and a newspaper crossword puzzle in front of her.

It was crowded that day, the only table that was free was the one next to her. I had just sat down, when I heard her mutter something under her breath. That's when I first noticed the blue streaks in her hair, the delicate jawline, and the snowflake complexion that shone against the morning sun. She carefully brushed her hair off her face while nibbling on the back of her pencil.

I wanted to meet her. No I was fated to meet her. I just needed to give destiny a little nudge.

Emily came up to take my order. "The usual?"

"Hmm...Yea," I said, somewhat distracted.

She followed my gaze to the girl. "No."

"Come on! I just need a chance."

"You have enough with No Strings Attached and 50 Shades."

"Stop calling her that. Can't you call her something else?"

"I call it how I see it."

"Well, it's not my fault, ok? Chelsea just doesn't seem to like me like I like her, and Danielle...she's just Danielle."

"And this one is going to be different?"

"She might be."

She rolled her eyes and sighed.. "What did you have in mind?"

"If I knew I wouldn't have asked you."

She glanced around the coffee shop. "I've got an idea. But I get to write my own tip again."

"A small price to pay," I said.

"Ha. Don't be so sure about the small part. Just follow my lead."

Emily grabbed a coffee pot from the counter, and walked down the aisle. She tripped just as she reached Faith's table, and spilled the coffee all over it.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened." Emily said, as Faith got up and pulled the soaking newspaper off the table.

"No, it's alright. It happens."

"I'm so sorry. I'll clean this up as soon as I can."

Emily turned to me. "Sir would you be so kind as to allow her to sit at your table. I'm afraid that we're rather full today."

She was good, I'll give her that. I cleared my throat. "Of course. Please."

I rose up from the table and gestured to the seat opposite me, which Faith took gratefully.

"Thank you so much," she said, sliding into the seat and placing the soggy newspaper on the table. She smiled at me, and I smiled back, wishing I could lose myself in her stunning grey eyes.

"Aww, I was almost done." She grabbed a few napkins and started dabbing the newspaper, before sighing and giving it up as a lost cause. She eyed the newspaper in front of me. "Er...do you mind?"

"Oh no, of course not," I held it out for her, and she reached out to take it. "But..."

"But?" she asked wearily, eyeing me suspiciously.

I smiled. "You have to let me help out."

She laughed. "Fine. I was stuck on a few anyway."

Emily came back with fresh coffee, and started to clean up what was spilt. I could feel her angry gaze on me while she was cleaning, and I knew when she initially thought up the plan, she wasn't thinking about crawling around and mopping up spilt coffee. Still, it was hard to worry about her with Faith sitting in front of me.