This Is Me

twenty-six

"You sure you have a heart Eleonor? Because I'm sure you have a stone in the place where the heart should be." Grandpa said.

It was Andy... 

In front of me was the last person I thought I would see today. Andy was right in front of me.

I mean, I could even smell my own blood because the bastard decided to stand in front of me and to not move even though he knows I'm easily distracted.

Of course, I called him bastard with a good intention. 

"I swear, you keep getting better," Andy mutters with an amused expression.

"Andy, what the hell?" I say angry at him for not warning me of his presence.

"What? I didn't do anything. A guy comes to visit his lady friends and this is how he is greeted? Last time I saw you, you were slightly nicer." He smirks. 

"Oh, I apologise for my behaviour because I shouldn't be mad at you for stepping in front of me, out of nowhere and make my nose feel like it has crushed a wall. I'm deeply sorry." At my sarcasm, Andy starts laughing. 

"You truly are unique." I can't help but blush at his remark. "I just hope you aren't mad to the point of refusing to let me pay you a coffee."

"Oh Andy, you truly don't know me that well my friend because if you did you'd know I never refuse a free coffee." I smile to which he grins with a face of victory and we head to his car. 

I can't help but gasp at the sight in front of me, there was a beautiful, blue, 1970 Oldsmobile 442, that car was amazing and what surprised me, even more, was that Andy owned it. This was one of the many cars that made me drool over it and the more I look at the car and Andy I realise what a perfect match they actually are. 

We got in and I can say, we spent the whole ride with me ranting about the car. 

We parked in front of the place he chose and I think this is the first time I notice this store, fuck it must be the first time I see it because it's so magnificent that it would be impossible for me to forget it. The place gave off a vintage vibe with beige booths, light blue walls decorated with vinyl records from Pink Floyd to Jack White, some of Led Zeppelin and even Nazareth, at the right corner you could spot a Ducati Scrambler Cafe Racer that completed the decoration perfectly. Just from the sight of this place I was already loving it.

"This place is breathtaking," I say when we sit in a booth admiring the wall covered with portraits of Amy Winehouse, Bono, Jim Morrison, Ozzy, Jimi Hendrix and a dozen of other great names in the music industry. 

"I hoped you'd liked it. I rarely come here though." 

"Good afternoon I'll be your waiter for today, how can I help you?" A red-head girl says as she reaches our table looking at her notepad but once she looks up her eyes brighten at the sight of Andy. "Andy! I thought you wouldn't come today, usually, we see you earlier." 

"Yeah, I went to pick her up." He says looking at me, then proceeds to ask if he could choose for me to which I respond yes. "We want two hot chocolates made by you." The waiter smiles writing down his order. 

"Two hot chocolates à lá Claire on the way for the two   love birds." She smiles.

As I'm about to correct her, Andy grabs my hand and thanks to the girl. 

"Why did you stop me?" It's not like I had to justify myself to people but I always had the feeling of correcting mistakes like this one after a friend of mine once made up a lie saying he was my boyfriend and his family wanted to meet me, so Claire thinking we are dating and Andy not letting me correct her leaves me a little uncomfortable.