Café avec mon amour-coffee with my love
I remember that november day,Friday,chilly and on the verge of snow.I was in a coffee shop as my usual routine goes,but this day was different.Due to my alarm waking me up for work at 5:00 instead of 8:00 i felt numb with thoughts and decided coffee a bit earlier should calm the worries.
She was a beauty.Short hair,grey cardigan,Beatles shirt,shorts,knees socks and some form of maroon converse,stained with dirt and the whites of the shoe now yellow from being worn so much.She wore a pair of enthusiastic cat-like glasses,sparkling her personality even more so.
I sat at my table with my black coffee and kept on with my book, The Great Gatsby to be specific.She ordered some sugary vanilla bean thing,and looked over at me,her eyes narrowed on my book and then my face and then my coffee.I wondered why she made so much eye contact with so many things.
"Fantastic book,what part?"
She asked sitting down with her once again vanilla bean thing.
"Gatsby is fighting with Tom about Daisy loving him."
"Ahh-"
She paused taking a sip of her coffee.
"My favorite part is the first party with Daisy,i love his passion on the eve of that night."
"Yes it seams quite-"
"Quite engaging don't you think?"
"Yes.Very."
She proceeded another sip of the coffee and reached into her bag,that i had just noticed,and laid another book upon the table.
The title read:
Poetry for the unknown lover
"What I'm reading-its fantastic,i don't suppose a man like you would like poetry but its a masterpiece"
"What do you mean a man like me?"
"You know,handsome and mysterious,kinda eerie sitting in the corner of a coffee shop"
"So I'm handsome?"
We both laughed,but i noticed her dazzling smile that appeared at my very un-impressive joke.It was one of those smiles that makes you want to smile even more and wants you to show the whole world.
"You didn't get back to me on that poetry you narcissistic blimp"
"Ahh yes,i forgot, i was loathing in myself too much."
I laughed again at my sarcastic remark.Realizing how incredibly stupid i am.
"The answer is no-but i will gladly read any book you fancy in a heartbeat."
She smiled again and i couldn't help but notice her other facial features.She had sparkling green eyes that fit her very well,she had a few freckles spread across her nose and cheeks,and i now noticed her red lips.
"So Mr.Handsome,what exactly is your name?"
She asked flirtatiously.
"Hogan. Hogan Lewis."
"Mary. Just Mary"
"Why just the Mary?"
I asked curiously,but not cautiously due to her next reply.
"Oh-i...i dislike my last name"
She said this with a mixture of fear and hurt in her eyes,almost as if she just saw me kill a man in front of her.
"I see,your a spy aren't you?"
I said sarcastically
"What! No!"
She bursted in a fit if laughter.
"No silly,its a secret ill tell you tomorrow if you show"
"Alright."
I said,looking at my watch seeing it was 7:16
"When did you get here?"
"6:45 probably"
"Tomorrow?"
I asked,needing to get to work,and also my coffee all gone.
"6:45 sharp"
She said halfway out of the small door an smiled
"Got it."
I said.She was enchanting.
Hi guys i hope you like this and btw i fucking suck at stories so bear with me
