Halls of Ivy

Not Today

The next morning was a nightmare; I was 3 minutes late in waking up at exactly 6am! I hastily got ready in to my running outdoor wear and shoved my hair in a ponytail. Grabbing my headphones, I quickly plugged it in my phone and strapped it on my armband. Hitting play I realise that this was NOT the music I listen to! I unstrapped the band and checked the phone- 8 missed calls! That too from my own number! I quickly dialed my phone- whoever this loser is does not have a passcode, and who on earth listens to Medieval rock? Well I'm assuming this person is British because medieval rock did begin in England. Finally after that 4 ring, they picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi", that voice sounded all too familiar

"Hi, erm why have we both got each others phones and who are you?" I demanded.

"Well lady, I have no idea myself- my phone was dead last night and I have no idea how you got hold of it and I yours- oh and I'm Jordan"

"Okay Jordan, how about this, lets meet at some coffee place around Evergreen and lets swap phones- I'm Isabella!"

"Cool, lets meet at 8am in Costa on Silk Street, Ciao". With that he put the phone down, my phone to be exact- wait I have a passcode how the hell di- oh wait its 1-2-3-4 how lame of me.

I obviously have to ditch the music on my first run here- so I grab my keys and leave my apartment ready to de-clutter my mind with the sound of rain rather than my usual playlist.

45 minutes later, I arrive back and grab a glass of water- because I haven't done any grocery shopping I'm just going to have to go early to the coffee shop and grab something to eat. I quickly shower and get dressed in a pair of washed denim jeans, a white turtle- neck and a pair of black wellingtons because there is no way I'll be wrecking my suede boots today. I apply minimal make-up and leave my hair down in its straight length. 7:39am- Shit! I don't even know where Silk Street is! I pull up the map app on Jordan's phone and locate it to be a 15-minute walk! Damn it, I wanted to grab something to eat before we met up. I'm just going to have to speed walk.

With that I left and located my way through Evergreen's cobbled roads and passageways, the rain did not help with the timing either, stupid English weather! I arrived at Costa coffee at exactly 8am and walked inside. Drying my feet, I looked around the shop for a guy who would look like Jordan, I spotted one guy sitting on a barstool staring outside the window and walked toward him.

"erm hi, Jordan?"

"Sorry madame, I'm an Oliver"

"Oh my apologies" maybe he was late, I had a quick epiphany- pulling out Jordan's phone I opened his camera roll only to find the loser emptied it. Ugh, I went through his apps and opened up his Facebook, okay here's a start. The page finished loading and I couldn't believe my eyes! It was him from the train! I'll admit that this guy cleans up good. Out of nowhere, I jumped from feeling someone's hand on my shoulder.

"Hi" he sheepishly said with all white- teeth and that tanned pretty face.

"So you're Jordan, Hi, I'm Isabelle" I shook his welcoming hand and gave his phone back as so did he.

I quickly plugged my headphones in my phone and was ready to leave until he asked me to join him for a quick coffee. God can this get any worse? I need to buy my groceries, not have more awkward conversations. I ordered a grande espresso after the morning I had I definitely need this. Jordan ordered a vanilla latte and insisted he'd pay- ever so the gentleman only so- I'm not interested. Okay maybe I'm interested in his demeanor and the way he carries himself but that is it- I am not goo- goo eyes like little miss Zoe. We walked towards the corner of the coffee shop and sat down- God it felt a little claustrophobic here.