When we arrived at Café du Coeur, Matt parked right in front in the designated motorcycle parking. He hopped off the bike as I removed my helmet and put my feet down to balance the weight of the bike. I held the helmet in place on my lap with one hand as I scooted forward and took hold of the handlebars, pretending to steer.
He popped off his helmet and took in the sight of me. “Not so scared anymore, huh?” He chuckled.
“It was...Okay.” I said as he helped me off.
“Ha Ha! You loved it and you can’t even lie about it! It’s written all over your face!” Matt ran over and poked me in my belly.
“Hey!” I tried to block Matt, losing balance and almost toppling over, taking his bike with me.
He dropped his helmet and caught the bike and me in time.
“Careful!” He propped me back up, and scooped his helmet off the ground.
“Klutzy me, nothing new.”
"Well, you're lucky I'm here to save you. Again.” He smirked as we began walking.
I gave Matt a look that said "shut up" and we stepped into the threshold of the eatery. The indoor part of the cafe designated for the coffee house was a totally different atmosphere than the outdoor French-themed eatery outside. Dim Tiffany-styled lamps hung one-by-one over the tables, and the walls were coffee color with a cream border. We seated ourselves in a booth near the window in darkened corner in the front overlooking the shops lining the street.
A cheery middle-aged waitress approached us to take our order. “Hi. I’m Jeanne. I will be serving you tonight. What can I get you two?”
Matt looked at me and over at our waitress. “Just coffee.”
“Same,” I spoke up.
“Two coffees coming right up.” In under a minute, she walked behind the coffee bar in the center of the café and came back to the table with two steaming brown mugs in each hand.
“Here you go.” She set our mugs down in front of us. “Anything else?”
“Not at the moment.” Matt replied. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, sugar. If you need anything, just flag me down.” With that, the server sashayed through a metal door in the back of the store.
I began preparing my coffee with the sweetener and creamers that were already on the table. I opened my mouth to speak the thoughts that had been in my subconscious for most of the afternoon.
“I wanted to ask you…and I don’t mean to pry.” I looked down into my coffee, stirring it around with a spoon.
“Ask away.” Matt sipped at his coffee.
“What were you talking about before when you asked why you attract crazy girls? Is something wrong with me? I mean, we are not like, dating or anything, but, well, was it directed at me?” I babbled. I was self conscious all of a sudden over his statement.
“Oh, God. Addison, I’m sorry. That had absolutely nothing to do with you. It’s a long story. I will tell you another time.”
“Yeah, you say that, but I really want answers. You've acted so weird on a couple occasions, and I am really worried about you. You should know you can talk to me about anything, so let me in.”
“I know, but I don’t want to involve you...even though you may have been inadvertently. It’s not worth it.”
“If I am involved, then you need to talk.”
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Yours, Eternally(2015 Revision)
ParanormalAddison was an all work, no play girl. She was very successful and taking care of her younger siblings. But, Addison had a gift - one she hid and was often ashamed of. Under the strangest of circumstances, Addison meets Matt, and he changed her w...
