we sat in a small cafe
there was only a old couple, a mom and her toddler, and a young man typing on his computer
i sipped on my coffee and was taking bit and bits off of a blueberry muffin
you just sit there staring at me
your coffee was getting cold
"I think if we're going to sit here we might as well speak." I wipe my mouth with a napkin
"I have nothing to speak of." He licks his lips
"When's your birthday?"
"That's not important." He stares at me again
"I don't know how you want us to communicate." I roll my eyes and take another bite of my muffin
he stands up and walks over to me with his chair
he swings and chair right next to me
"I like being close." he sits back in the chair and stares at me
i feel my cheeks burn
"I'd like your real name beautiful." his finger traces my cheek down to my chin
"Tell me yours." i pull away from his burning touch and try to pay attention to the muffin crumbs
"I'm saving that for another time."
"Why do you smoke so much? It kills you." i look back into his dangerous eyes.
"Anything could kill you. I guess smoking does it slowly but quickly. It's only a matter of time." he licks his lips again
i didn't respond
i just took his hand in mine
he flinched back a bit and looked at our hands
he stands up quickly and shuffles out the door
"What's wrong?" I run after him
"I can't do this." he rakes his hand into his hair slowly
"What?"
he then pulls out a cigarette and lights it up quickly
he lays against the building and sucks into the cigarette as if it gave him life
"I'm confused." i stare blankly at him
"They always are." he then trudges off
"Wait! Where are you going?" a little piece of me wish he stayed a little longer
"A place I should've been." he then disappeared around a corner
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