Amor Vincit Omnia

✝Chapter 29 - Coffee

I slipped out and across the road to a little café. Inside, the air was fragrant and refreshing.

''One Caffé Latte, to go, please.'' I interrupted.

''Sure, that I'll be $3.40, ma'am.'' The British sales girl informed me.

As I made my way towards the door with my Caffé Latte in my hands and my car keys in the other, a man rushed into the coffee and bumped into me, spilling all of the coffee all over me.

''Hijo de puta!'' I cussed in Spanish, turning around to grab some napkins from the counter.

''I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-

''Save it! Watch where you're going next time.'' I interrupted him not even bothering to look at him. Although I must admit his voice sounds quite familiar.

''Here, let me.'' He said taking a fresh napkin and dabbing it all over the coffee stain on my white blouse. I kept my head down, wanting nothing to do with this man. I was so ashamed.

''There, all better.'' He said. I felt two fingers on my chin lifting my head up and there he was. Jensen. ''Oh, hi. I didn't recognize you at first, but I thought there aren't many girls in Chicago which have fiery red hair, are they?''

I grabbed his arm and yanked it off my face. ''No, there's not many. Now would you please excuse me, I have to go home.'' I said making my way past him.

He grabbed my arm and turned me around to look at him. ''Join me for coffee, I'll pay for everything. It's the least I can do.'' He smiled showing his perfect white teeth, making me smile as well.

''Fine, but keep at least two chairs between us.'' I snickered.

''Yeah, yeah. Very funny.'' He laughed sarcastically.

We sat down at Table 32; the one at the back of the café next to the window.

''Again I'm sorry for the incident earlier.'' He apologized.

''It's okay. You bought me a muffin, right?'' I asked.

''Yes, the chocolate chip one.'' He said handing me my muffin.

''Oh, my favourite.'' I smiled.

''I knew it! You girls are all suckers for chocolate.''

''Oh, shut up!'' I said throwing him a piece of napkin paper to his face.

''I thought I'd never ever see you again, after last time. It's really good to see you again.'' He said, taking a sip of his black coffee.

''If it's anything, it's not good, Jensen.''

''I see you remembered my name. I can't say the same though.''

''I remember a lot of things, don't worry about that.''

''I know, so tell me what shall I call you? Coffee girl? Fiery red hair girl? Apartment girl? Tell me.''

''Your worst nightmare, will do.'' I backfired. My ego was doing black flips right now. She was so happy by my attitude.

''Fine, don't tell me.'' He pouted.

I had to admit Jensen was really attractive. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a mop of dark hair and heavy, solemn brows that were offset by a boyish grin. A pair of eyes greener than any hand-picked green apples from the valley gleamed behind square-framed glasses that kept slipping down his long nose. He was wearing a well-fitted black suit and carried around a black leather briefcase. He's wealthy. I thought to myself.