Hey, Pooh Bear

Chapter 2

I arrived at the café quickly and turned off my bike. I was shocked to see that there were a lot of people even on a working day. I entered the shop and looked around, trying to spot Zane's black mop of hair. I saw him sitting at one of the booths, with his back facing me. I approached him and then tapped him on the shoulder.

"There you are! I was looking for you." I said.

"You were?" A unfamiliar voice asked. This voice was nasally and too high.

"Yea- wait, you aren't Zane! I'm so sorry!"

"I'll forgive you on one condition. You give me your number."

"The fuck...NO!"

"Come on. You know you want to!"

"No. I don't want to. Have a nice life." Before I could walk away, he stood up and placed his sweaty hand on my shoulder. I shook it off and took step away.

"Come on. Give me your number." He all but purred. Okay, that is disgusting. What is the problem with this guy?

"You might want to reconsider what you are doing. I have a boyfriend, that will undoubtedly beat you up if he knows what you were doing. And he's going to meet me here. So you best place your ass down down back on that seat and continue whatever you were doing before." I was totally bluffing about the boyfriend bit, but in order to get this guy off my case, I would say whatever I had to. Taking the bait, the guy took a step back and quickly sat back down. I nodded, satisfied.

"You have a boyfriend? You didn't tell me." The voice surprised me, and I jumped, the adrenaline from the previous encounter making me jumpy. I relaxed when I turned around and faced a familiar face that I had recently slapped.

"I don't have a boyfriend. I just said that to make that guy there who was forcing me to give him my number, back up. And just in case he asks, you're the 'supposed' boyfriend." Then, I turned and sat at one of the booths. When Zane didn't join me, I looked up, only to see him looking around accusingly.

"What are you doing? Sit down. I owe you coffee. Unless you don't want it, that's fine with me too." Smirking, he slid into the chair in front of me.

"Nope. I still want the coffee. Now, what are you going to get me?" Looking at him properly, I noticed that his hair was still in the same position as earlier in the day and that all that had changed was his outfit, which was now a white, loose cotton shirt, and a light caramel coloured chino.

I looked down at my watch and noted that he was about ten minutes late. "Where were you? It's been about ten minutes!"

"I texted you few minutes earlier to tell you that I'd be late."

"Oh. I haven't checked my phone."

"No wonder." I opened my phone to check, and sure enough, there it was. 'I'm going to be a few minutes late because I had to pick my sister up."

"I was kinda praying that you wouldn't come, but you did. So, I guess I have to waste three dollars on you now."

I crossed my arms and eyed him. After a minute he bursted out laughing.

"Shut up." I snapped playfully.

"So what are you going to get for me?"

"I was going to get a frappuccino. What do you want?"

"I'll have a caramel frappe. Thanks."

I wandered of to the checkout to get the drinks. I was so relieved that the queue was short. There were just two customers so it wasn't long before I got back to the booth where Zane was. He was just sitting there, acting innocent.