Shit.
The lead on Taylor's mechanical pencil snapped mid-thought. The blonde had been in this SoHo coffee shop for 3 hours, trying to somehow figure out how to finish this paper. Graduating from Yale with a bachelors in English was hard, but getting her masters in it from Columbia was entirely different.
Taylor frantically kept pushing down on eraser hoping that something, anything, would come out. When she realized that was the end of the pencil, she frantically slammed it down desperately, hoping that something for her to write with would appear out of anywhere.
"Looking for a pencil?", a brunette girl typing away on her computer asks, obviously seeing the panic in Taylor. "Uh yeah, actually I am. Do you happen to have one?" As the girl turned to reach into her backpack, Taylor was suddenly struck by her immense beauty. As the pencil is handed to her, Taylor tries to strike conversation, now much more interested in this than any assignment she'd ever work on. "How do you even do any of that?" She asks, looking over to the girls computer currently filled with code. The girl slid her screen to face Taylor to see the screen, yet Taylors eyes flashed down to the bisexual flag sticker that sat left of her trackpad. Well, that's a pleasant surprise, thought Taylor, which now just brought her in deeper into the girl. "It's all pretty simple once you think about it. This project is kind've taken me longer than I would've liked but it's fun. I could never do what you're doing." the mystery girl spoke looking over the the colorfully annotated piece of old literature Taylor was writing all kinds of notes on. "Yeah I don't even think I can" the blonde let out, "Whoever told me getting my masters in English from Columbia was a good idea, obviously lied to me. I feel like I can't even read." Taylor spoke sarcastically. Sure both of the girls obviously had school work to do, but they both seemed way more interested in this conversation to move on. "Oooo we have an ivy league over here. I'll keep my NYU over here then, I don't want my lack of intelligence to rub off on you" the girl said with a thick laugh. "Oh shut up," Taylor responded sarcastically as she turned back to her work because as much as she could stare into those moss green eyes and make light conversation all day, she really had to finish this in the next hour.
As Taylor finally wrapped up, whose name she'd finally learned after the girl ordered her third iced coffee, Karlie, was still working hard. Taylor couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Karlie was presumably bi (That's what that sticker HAD to mean right?). Maybe Karlie wasn't even single, but Taylor couldn't pass up a chance like this. She quickly ripped off a corner of her paper and wrote a note to her. After folding it and sliding it into the clip of the pencil, Taylor began get up from her table. As she walked by Karlie, she dropped the pencil on her table while trying to distract the brunette, "Thank you NYU for the pencil. Hope you finish your project soon." Taylor ran off while Karlie stared at the pencil filled with a white folded piece of paper.
-
"Thanks for the pencil. I'd love to get to know you more sometime. Usually not this forward, but I couldn't pass up a pretty girl who was as sweet and funny as you. Here's my number if you want the same
-Taylor"
Karlie stared at the paper for what seemed like eternity. There was no way in hell the pretty, smart, sarcastic girl that was hitting on her. Maybe Taylor was into girls, maybe this could end on a good note.
K: im hoping i'm texting the right number? unless this also happens to be a really pretty girl then i'm good with it
T: Please dear God be the NYU nerd
T: Otherwise, I'm screwed
K: oh thank god!
K: hello taylor
A smile overtook Taylor as she stared at her phone while walking back to her apartment. Karlie thinks I'm pretty. It sends butterflies and shivers throughout her body. There hasn't been a girl who made her feel like that since her last relationship, which failed miserably.
T: I didn't even get your name. (Taylor knew this was a lie. She couldn't have Karlie know that she was watching her that hard.) Also, please don't tell me your grammar is always that bad.
K: whats wrong with my grammar?
T: For starters, everything. You don't even capitalize anything!
K: well with that attitude, you're never getting my name now
Karlie laughed louder than she should've as a screenshot got sent to her with a contact name of "NYU nerd with awful grammar"
K: Well can this NYU nerd with awful grammar take you out on a date tomorrow?
Taylors heart dropped. So Karlie did want to take her on a date.
T: Tomorrow night good?
K: ugh. i have class until 9. after 10? or friday night maybe?
T: Friday at 7? I'll pick the place so just send me your address and I will pick you up.
K: sounds perfect! cant wait
-
Karlie's date with Taylor was approximately in 3 hours, 8 minutes and 34 seconds (not like she was counting.) Over the past two days, the girls had been texting non-stop and it's made Karlie happier than she'd ever been. Even in class, while she was supposed to be leading about whatever programming language the class was for, her thoughts trailed to the beautiful blonde.
And tonight was the night. Karlie found out that Taylor was also bi (win!), and they were going on an official date. Not having dated a girl since a short high-school fling, Karlie couldn't believe her luck.
When Karlie's doorbell rung, panic immediately began to settle. Sure everything was fine between her and Taylor over text, but how could she be so sure about in person?
-
It turned out Karlie had nothing to worry about. Being with the older girl was the most natural thing Karlie had ever done. Everything with Taylor felt like pure magic. For the first time in her life, Karlie felt like love was finally right for her. No more cheating boyfriends, no more girls leading her on, just someone she knew would always be there.
They spent time doing just about anything a twenty-four and twenty-one year old could do in Nee York. Two weeks after their first date, the girls made it official. Ever since that first night together, both Taylor and Karlie knew just how important they would be to each other.
-
It's been a year since Taylor needed a pencil in that small coffee shop. In spirits of being sentimental, both girls traveled together back to the quaint little coffee shop. Strolling through the door hand and hand, Karlie called out to Taylor. "Hey baby?" Taylor turned to face her girlfriend and look her in the eyes, "Mmhm?". "Just wanted to let you know that I loved you." Taylor's smile grew exponentially. She could've never imagined that walking into this coffee shop to finish a stupid essay a year ago her life would become this much better. "I love you more than you could ever know, Karlie. Happy sort-of anniversary babe."
