SHE (On hold)

Chapter 5 -The first meeting

On the way to the cafe, and I was just silent. Recalling memories and playing them over and over again in my head.

"I like long walks" she said smiling, with eyes closed , embracing the sunlight.

"yeah so do I, so tell me Megan, are you alright? You've been crying alot lately, no proper food intake and lack of sleep. Do you want talk about it? " I asked hoping I could take a step closer to help maintain emotional balance.

" well clearly 'someone' has been stalking me." she said while lowering her gaze to the ground. "I am fine" . She said in a slightly quieter tone than her usual.

Something that always gets me is people who cry. Once in a while its alright, but for every problem they face they complain and whine. I remember telling Aunt Summer to think logically before burdening her heart with the emotional baggage of crying. To some it makes them feel better. But to most, it leaves the heart with more pain. If I help Megan, she might be able to solve her problems quicker.

" its ok, to feel down you know. I am actually quite good at helping people with their problems. So can I help?."

" its fine Ryan. I am fine." she said with the similar low tone.

Clearly she isn't fine, and something has been bothering her, or it still is. She is a bad liar, everytime before she lies she looks at the ground, then momentarily gives eye contact and replies and looks back at the ground. Its not bad, but it gives it away when she pulls back her hair behind her ear.. The silence while we're walking is not making her comfortable, bottled up emotions I see. This problem will take quite awhile to solve.

" so are we reaching yet? " I said in an attempt to bring end to the silence.

" yeah, we're almost there, once we make a right at the road junction we have reached. " she said pointing to the pathway that would lead to the cafe.

" are you sure, they have good coffee? " I asked unsure of her credibility.

" ugh, There is no other place in this neighborhood that makes better coffee than the Nest. " she said breaking the momentum of my stride while maintaining eye contact. If she's got a point to prove, she has longer eye contact. Noted. Best coffee? I don't think so. The best coffee is made by the most amazing woman in my world. My Aunt. And now I can't get the best coffee because she has left. Thanks for that dad.

We reach the cafe to find an empty place which smelt like pastries and wood. "Empty? Aaah perfect". I whisper to myself. The analysis had ended by the time I took 5 steps into the café.This Nest place had quite a different vibe. Not the typical bar or a evening entertainment hangout. There was a counter next to the door where all the drinks were made fresh. And a clear glass refrigeration unit that had all the pastries. Adjacent to it was a stage or a platform with a mic on it. Tables made of wood that were textured resembling tree barks. And normal stools matching the dark wooden tables. 2 aisles and 4 columns of stools and tables.

We slid into the middle table on the first aisle after giving out orders. A man with a receding hairline with an above average forehead approached us with my coffee along without Megan's warm lemon green tea and blueberry cheesecake.

" thanks Phil" she said with a smile. Now that she is sitting right in front of me. I see her.......for the first time in a long while see a person properly. Dark brown eyes accompanied by thin eyebrows. A celestial nose with a proportional bridge. Clear complexion. Perfectly straight teeth with pink lips.

While taking a sip of my coffee. Megan looks happy, but there is something off about her.. Especially her slightly swollen cheeks.

"so how is it? " she asks signaling my coffee.