I sat there, staring out through the darkened windows, I watched her get out of her car and enter the coffee shop. Her short blonde hair moving swiftly in time with the light breezes of air that encountered her as she walked through the coffee shop door.
I was stuck at the lights in my leather interior Porsche with blacked out windows. I saw her everyday for 7 months as I drove to the set. I always got stuck at the lights. I thought she was gorgeous but I had no courage to talk to her. yeah that's right an A-list actor doesn't have the guts to talk to a girl ✋ I have never spoken to her in my life, yet every time I see her face or her hair crash off of her shoulders I know she's missing a piece. I wanted that piece to be me.
Although that sounds cheesy but I wanted to know her, I needed to find out who she was but I was still confused with myself..whats with this sudden desire to speak to this girl. I don't know her but I feel something's reeling me into her, like I have no way out. two magnets but one is stronger than the other (dominant over the other magnets power.)
It was time to roll the dice.
Should I roll it or should someone roll it for me? come on Leo, you big wuss! call the shots.
It was an early Tuesday morning, I left my studio apartment extra earlier so I could pop into the coffee shop on the way to the set. To accidentally bump into this girl. I had noticed her pattern, every morning 7:39AM, she waltzed through the cafe door for her decaf salted lattè. I had just ordered my coffee and it was precisely 7:38AM, I saw her saunter pass the large glass window in her overpriced red soled black patent stilettos, yeah that's right I pay attention. I grabbed my coffee too go and my 8 paged newspaper that was hardly worth paying for. I pretended that I was reading it as I walked out, although she didn't notice as she was on her large white iPhone probably adding an event to her Calendar or something prestigious like that.
I deliberately stepped to the left an then to right to cause confusing as to where she might assume I would tread. I knocked her arm, accidentally spilling my strong black coffee all down the front of her nicely ironed, pristine, I white shirt.
"Oh darn, I'm so damn clumbsy" I stated
"No no it's ok it's my fault," she apologised.
"Hi I'm Leo," I stated as I came back with napkins to mop her up.
"I'm Robyn and yes, I know who you are.." she informed me In a very distinctively deep, monotone voice.
"Should I be worried??!" I spoke anxiously now.
"Yes very" she smiled briefly
After 10 mins, I knew I would be late to the set and James would just have to deal with it.
