She was never really good with words. I didn't expect her to talk much. I looked down at the digital watch wrapped around my wrist, "she's late," I said to myself. The weather was drowsy, it had rained last night which caused terrible humidity. I sat on a stool staring at the clock on the wall behind the counter.
-Can I get you anything, sir? A waitress asked me. She tilted her head and waited for my answer. I really didn't want anything but for Ferra to hurry up; however, since this waitress had been kind enough to offer me something a third time, I figured I'd at least order coffee.
-Um, sure, how about some coffee, decaf, please- The waitress smiled at me then turned to walk away and prepare my coffee. I put my hand in my pants pocket and felt around for the letter that Ferra had left in my mailbox Once I had it, I pulled it out to read it over once more, making sure I had the correct time and date
-Dear, Elijah,
I know it's been a while since we last talked. I know the reason we stopped talking was because of me. But, I have something important to tell you, I'd call, but, my phone is off and we both know, I'm not good at talking. Can you please meet me at The Hide-Out for some coffee tomorrow around noon.. It's very important
Sincerely,
Ferra.
Well, here I am, the next day around noon, with coffee and no Ferra. Typical of her to be late, I wouldn't be surprised if she never showed up. Ferra wasn't the type of girl to be on time. She wasn't the type of girl you brought home to your mother. She was an alcoholic and a drug abuser. I, on the other hand, was completely opposite. Ferra never payed attention, the only thing that would keep her mind occupied was sex, money, or drugs. I don't recall if she even graduated high school. Maybe she got a GED? Maybe not even that, I was really curious about what was so urgent.
-Here you are, sir. Decaf like you asked-
The waitress placed a cup full of coffee in front of me with a stir stick and three creams. I added all creams to my coffee and stired, watching as the cream blended in with the darkness and slowly faded away. I looked back at the clock on the wall- 12:45pm. That's it! I had enough, Ferra wasn't showing. I wasted my afternoon waiting for her! I should've known. Typical fucking Ferra. I was extremely upset, she stood me up. Whatever was so important must have not been so important. I payed the waitress and stood up to leave. I adjusted my attire then grabbed my coffee. As I began walking to the door, Ferra appeared. She stood about 5'4 with short black hair. She had brown eyes with long, beautiful lashes. She always fidgeted when something was wrong, she couldn't stand still. She stood with her head hanging down, her hands in her pocket, then folded, then by her side.She finally looked up and made eye contact with me. She wore a tight fitting shirt with an even tighter skirt. She was always amazingly gorgeous. Her black hair glistened as she pushed it out of her face. Her hand were so small and soft, I could see she had the bracelet on I bought her a long while back. She began to walk towards me, unaware of the swing in her hips. It was no secret that every man wanted Ferra. It was also no secret that every man probably had her already. I don't know what attracted me to Ferra, I wasn't normally interested in anything mainstream. She did drugs and was an alcoholic for God's sake. Why is she so beautiful to me? Not only her appearance, but everything about her. Regardless of how pretty she was, I needed to stay focus and not show sympathy. Ferra got what she wanted, especially with men, by being cute and inoocent. Not with me. Not this time.
We sat down, I took the stool I had before, and Ferra the one next to me. I placed the letter in front of her without hesistation and demanded an explanation.
-Well, Elijah, it- She began.
-Don't call me that. You know I don't like that name- I interrupted.
