Little Parts of Me

I. Café blues

Café blues

The bubbly chattering and whispers of the background noise you'd usually hear in a café setting was what filled up a silence I would have personally enjoyed. Nothing irritated me more than noise; lots and lots of noise, especially when it involved gossiping and hushed laughter.

Waiting for someone was so utterly boring. Staring out the window at the bustling city below I caught the familiar glimpse of a grey hoodie. His hands hidden into his pockets as he quickly made his way inside the main entrance. Late, unusual for him in these circumstances. Just as soon as he entered he was already making his way up the stairs, head popping out from the bottom. He gave an apologetic smile as he pulled his hoodie off.

"I know, I'm late." He grabbed his seat in front of me and rested his arms onto the table. His breathing was heavy, most likely from rushing to get here - small lungs sucked I suppose. Half an hour late and I needed to leave in another half. It was supposed to be a quick pep talk for the interview I was supposed to attend in the street over.

"Whatever, let's just quickly go over the questions." I murmured, trying to hide the obvious irritation I felt that contorted my face into a frown. He didn't say anything, not wanting to make me any more grumpy than I was now. I appreciated it - just a little.

"Okay, uhh." He took his phone out and, from my view, start to scroll presumedly through his notes app. The questions most likely would range from what I considered were my strong and weak points and maybe even about what I do during my spare time.

"Three words you'd use to describe yourself." How boring, right? Nonetheless, he looked curious himself. Those brown eyes lit up and of course it ended up persuading me in its own way to answer truthfully - to an extent.

"Uhh, I guess you could say... obnoxious, selfish and conceited." He stared at me blankly.

"No you're not. Anyway, if that's what you think then you could at least lie." Leaning back on my chair, a dry huff escaped me.

"So you want me to say I'm sweet, reliable and... unselfish..?"

"Generous, the word is generous." I unconsciously rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." He checked the time on his phone and sighed. My eyes darted at the café clock behind him on the wall. Ten minutes left 'till the time I had to leave. Grabbing the half-finished take away cup of a cookies and cream chiller - I gave him a quick smile.

"Thanks, for doing this."

"We only got through one question." Mimicking my actions, he stood up too, his fingers hesitantly gripping my sleeve.

"Seeing you is enough to motivate me. I'll see you tonight." He didn't say anymore and instead kissed my cheek goodbye. I gathered the rest of my stuff which consisted of a lot of paperwork. Flashing one last reassuring smile in answer to his concerned eyes, I left the café.

This was supposed to be for the About section of my profile but then it tells me there's a limit on how many characters you can use after I tried posting this.
RIP me.