My Superhero

Chapter 7

The smooth surface of the wooden door was starting to look too familiar to me.

It was 2:08 pm; eight minutes past the time I was supposed to meet Jason. I’ve been dressed since 1 pm, and sitting by the door since 1:30.

I just couldn’t decide whether I should go or not.

I mean, I did say I’d help him with his comic, but he didn’t mention anything about his drawings when he told me to meet him at Beanioz. He wouldn’t ask me out on a date like that though, he seems more creative.

And anyway, who goes out on a date at 2 pm?

I groaned, getting off the chair I’d been sitting on for half an hour and made my way towards the long mirror in Kate’s room. I stared at my reflection. I was wearing a pair of light wash skinny jeans which had multiple rips and tears and a Beatles T-shirt.

Ugh. Too boyish.

I quickly stripped off my outfit, tossing it on my bed, and opened my closet for what seemed like the tenth time today. I decided on a short ruffly yellow skirt with a white sleeveless shirt. I took a long look at myself in the mirror then groaned.

For God’s sake, it’s just a coffee shop.

I took off my girly outfit and put the Beatles shirt and ripped jeans back on. I applied a bit of eyeliner and a hint of strawberry lip gloss, put on my white Converse, and walked out the door before I could change my mind again. I checked the time: 2:18.

After a short walk in the hot summer sun, I made it to the glass door of the coffee shop. I took a deep breath and walked in. There was a couple huddling in the corner, a group of friends laughing loudly, and a few business men and women strewn around on the small wooden tables.

No Jason.

My heart sank as I checked my phone and realized that I was almost forty minutes late. Damn it.

I turned around and walked out onto the hot pavement. How stupid was I, thinking that he’d actually wait for me for forty minutes.

“Viviana!” I heard footsteps coming closer behind me. I turned around to see Jason jogging up to me with a pretzel in his hand.

“Hey,” I said, my lips turning into a big smile.

“I thought you ditched me so I went to console myself with a salty pretzel,” he said sheepishly, holding up the pretzel for evidence.

“I only came here for the coffee actually,” I said, looking back at the coffee shop.

“Oh,” his face fell. I couldn’t restrain myself as laughter bubbled up through my chest and out of my mouth.

“Kidding,” I breathed, elbowing him in the arm. He let out a breath of relief and ruffled my hair, making it stick up at all angles.

“Yuck, pretzel fingers!” I shrieked, dodging his hands and running my fingers through my hair. He laughed loudly and walked ahead of me, turning around so he could walk backwards to look at me.

“You didn’t think I’d let you get away with that, did you?” he winked at me then turned around and continued walking. What an idiot.

“Jason, coffee shop’s that way,” I said, pointing in the opposite direction of where he was going.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, still walking.

“Then where are you going?” I asked, frowning. I really don’t understand this guy.

He glanced over his shoulder, a smirk on his face.

“Who said we’re hanging out there?”

“You did,” I reminded him, “Yesterday.”