How I Got the Playboy

Playboy

The streetlights flickered through the raindrops streaming down the coffee shop window as I sat and cupped my hands around my cup of dark coffee. Soft jazz plays in the background and dimmed, warm lights leave the shop in a blanket of nostalgia. Sighing, I rest my head against the cool window and close my eyes for a moment. It's been an insanely long day, with work, family issues, and a couple of other stressful problems. I'm thankful for the solace that this place provides after a long week or, in this case, a long day. It is needed for my sanity and also the coffee is really good here. I wearily down the rest of my coffee and drag my tired body out of the booth, my eyes closed as I do so. I hear a loud thump making my eyes jerk open and myself jump. Before me I see a person toppled over, their head resting on the wooden floor and all energy seeming to have been dissipated from falling over. I gather my senses and snap out of my long gaze before quickly apologizing.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you, I was too busy not paying attention to my surroundings. Let me help you up." In response I hear a deep groan and muffled words. "What? Could you repeat that?" I say, my voice a little uneasy from worry. Again, another groan and muffled words that I couldn't quite put together. I sigh in exasperation and quickly grab the hand of who I now realize to be a guy and pull him up, sort of. It was more of like a pitiful tug until he decided to just push himself up, his dark hair slightly falling over his eyes. Once he finally was standing up he hovered a good five or six inches above me, making me feel short and puny, more than I already do. I pull my head up and step back a little seeing that he's a little too close for comfort. I awkwardly decide to brush off his shirt and shake my head.

"I really am so sorry, you aren't hurt are you? If I wasn't so clumsy and awkward maybe I wouldn't have tripped yo--" He suddenly grabs my dainty hand off of his upper chest and lets out a small little laugh.

"I wouldn't want to be falling for anyone else, seeing as you are the prettiest girl in here," his voice a little deep but light at the same time. But, as soon as those words came out of his mouth I looked up and shook my head. Who does this guy think he is? Mr. Charming? I scoff and roll my eyes but have a hard time keeping my annoyed composure because when I look back he has a smirk etched onto his stupidely perfect face, strands of his dark hair resting lightly on his forehead. What gets me though are his eyes. They are deep pools of green, with bright strands of gold scattered throughout. I have to catch my breath for a moment but then I'm immediately brought back to reality when I hear playboy speak again.

"Take a picture, I heard it lasts longer," confidence oozing out of each word he says.

I scoff, "I would but flash photography is cruel to wild animals."

He shakes his head in amusement, a smile touching his lips. We both stand there, my cool blue eyes piercing his bright green ones. He has a mischievous look in his eyes and I can't help but to break my stare.

"So, uh....I'm gonna go?" I almost start to walk away but I forget my hand is still encased in his so I jerk both of us down and I land hard on my butt but then my upper body ends up falling back as playboy falls on top of me resulting in both of us letting out a loud groan. I start giggling, it seems my clumsiness doesn't want me to pass up this oppurtunity with playboy. He gives me a quizzical look before he starts chuckling lightly.

"Well, this is a compromising situation...." he says before we both start cracking up again. Seems like my life is about to get even more interesting.