Just my cup of tea

The knots of a converse shoe

To have her look up at me in the eye was the beginning of the end. I felt myself falling into a cataclysm of infinite possibilities. I paused to thank the universe for the crudest joke thus far in my life. Kate was a model but of course she was a model and not just any model, she was the model I had to asses. “I’m not a model.” She looked at me with confusion spreading over her face. It was cuter than a Quokka and if you don’t know what that is well then your knowledge on animals is pretty bad. (Google it) I didn’t respond but rather stood there like the biggest douche bag in history, just looking at her in all awkwardness. No seriously, someone kill me. “I’m so sorry, I had to meet a model here for work and I assumed.” Wait, what did I assume? I can’t tell her that I thought she was a model! That would be the worst pick up line ever. Not that I’m trying to hit on her, or even thinking of it. Shit, stop talking to yourself in your head and reply to the woman! “Well since you are the only young looking person in her I just assumed I was meeting you.”  

“Excuse me, are you Alice?” I turned around to see a short Barbie doll. “I’m Catherine, the model.” I looked back to Kate who was happily smiling away at Catherine. “Right, you are the model.” I turned back to Kate who was now looking at me with an amused look on her face. Great she probably thinks I’m an idiot. “She’s the model.” I said as I gestured towards her with my thumb. I am an idiot, Kate just heard her say she’s the model. Just say bye and walk away now. “So sorry about that, enjoy your day.” I smiled and turned back to Catherine when Kate said “It was nice meeting you, you too.” Wow, she didn’t even say much so why do I feel like that one line made my day? I smiled back at her and then gestured to Catherine to take a seat at a nearby table. I have a few questions I need to run through with Catherine but how will I ever focus with Kate sitting few tables away.

“So I have a series of questions but before we start, I’m Alice and the project we working on is for the tragedy in Gaza. Basically we need models that will be able to bring out emotions from the audience in order to create awareness.” Catherine had this dumb look on her face that just screamed out “I’m dumb.” This was going to be a challenge, at least she is pretty. “You do know what’s going on in Gaza?” Catherine searched around for an answer like it would pop out of mid air and that’s when I knew they did not pay me enough for this job. Just then a guy walks passed me and sits down opposite Kate. Catherine started blabbing some answer that was most likely utter rubbish but my attention was now focused on Kate and this guy. Who is he and why have I never seen him before? My attention for the rest of the interview was split between trying to find any form of intelligence in Catherine and trying to figure out who this guy was to Kate. This is a twist in my story, but at least now I can give my character a knight in shining armour.

I watched as they sat in silence for most of the time, speaking in hush tones whenever they actually did, but she smiled a lot and it felt good to see her smile. Her hand didn’t move much and neither did she, I guess she leads with her eyes. I don’t know many people who that and then out of the blue it occurred to me that she knows my name. It’s a funny thought I know and very random but if I were to die tonight or an hour from now, she would know my name and that I existed. I wrapped up my meeting and came to the conclusion that we are desperate for a model and that Kate was in fact on some kind of date. Maybe I would make them high school sweethearts? Or a love at first sight couple? I checked the time before I headed out the café as I would like to see them together again, it would help in picking out a story for him that suits Kate. Before I stepped out the café doors I turned back to them one last time and smiled to myself, she surprises me everyday.

I walked down the street and noticed a new flower shop opening up just at the corner. Yes I like flowers; I think that they bring the world to life with all their colours. I imagine one day I will have a green house on top of my apartment, with a fountain and fairy lights and as many different types of flowers as I can get my hands on. This flower shop seems promising, and it’s not that far from my apartment, why not start looking around now? I always say if someone really wants to do something, they will. I spotted lilies and daises and roses of all kinds of ornaments and then I spotted the pretties guy behind the counter. I feel a little bad for immediately assuming he is gay but her if you have a gaydar it’s pretty hard to ignore. He smiled at me with white bright teeth “Hello there, sadly we are not completely open for business yet but I do hope you like the look of the shop.” I was right, he’s gay. “Hi, yes I do very much, I’m interested in building a green house for some time now but there were no flower shops around the area.” His face lit up as he rounded the corner of the counter to stand next to me. “Well it’s a good thing I decided to open up shop then. My name is Josh.” He reached his hand out as I told him my name and where I live and work. He explained he was living with his cousin at the moment and had just moved here from Cape Town. We chatted a little more till I realized the time and decided to head back home. I wonder if Kate likes flowers or the idea of a green house. I smacked my head lightly as I realized that I would most likely never get the chance to ask her that anyway, but I’d like to see if I could guess right. Your gut never fails you.

*Note to readers, Hey guys! I know I started this new book and have not been posting for a while but recently my cup of inspiration had been filled to a new level. This book is dedicated to someone who has completely changed my entire life. I’ve lost that someone but if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die. So although our story can’t continue in real life, this one will live on forever. I love you.