Late Night Coffee {H.S}

Four

Chapter Four: Chance Encounters 

"So, after this realization hits me, I go to the coffee shop and he isn't there." I end my rant. It's the next morning and Tyren and I are sitting at the island in his kitchen. He takes a sip of his coffee before responding and I hold my mug of hot chocolate close to me, which he prepared, as I wait for his response.

"That's why you started acting weird last night? Because you realized you were talking to that Harry dude?" He questions, his eyebrows raised. I didn't know he noticed my sudden change of behavior and my face heats up when he brings attention to it.

"I wasn't acting weird!" I defend, even though I definitely was. "I was just in shock, One minute I think I'm talking to this regular dude and then the next I find out he's this huge pop star, capable of selling out Madison Square Garden!" I explain.

I didn't plan on informing Tyren of what had been going on with my life since I came to New York, but after being stood up by Harry and being left with a million conflicting emotions, I needed to talk to someone- anyone, and Tyren made for the perfect candidate. However, it felt weird to tell him how Harry made me feel. How when I was talking to him I felt as though there was no place I'd rather be, how when he left I felt empty, and how every minute after his departure he was on a continuous loop in my mind.

"You definitely was acting weird, but I get it." Tyren smiles and takes a sip of his coffee. I had really been enjoying his company. He was so laid back and easy to talk to; a welcome distraction from the mess that I call my life. "I do want to know why he didn't show up if y'all hit it off so well." He questions and I shrug.

On my walk home from the coffee shop, I asked myself the same question. Was our connection just a figment of my imagination? In my mind, I felt sparks but based on his no show, I can tell he didn't feel the same. It makes me wonder if he acts that way with every girl: makes them feel special, as if they're the only ones in the world and then just leaves, never to be seen again.

"I don't know, but I'm not going to keep thinking about it. I doubt I'll ever see him again." I make up my mind, and finish the last of my hot chocolate- signaling the end of this conversation. I couldn't bare to continue to talk about it, it made me sad.

"Want me to beat him up for you?" Tyren jokes, sensing how sad this entire situation is making me.

"Absolutely not." I respond as I put my empty mug into his sink and then proceed to wash it. I prefer being in Tyren's apartment than mine because it has that lived- in feeling. Mine is so empty and makes me feel so alone.

"Do you start work today?" He asks and we both make our way to this couch. I've become so comfortable around him in the short time that we've known each other and it kind of scares me because I don't know if our closeness is due to just me being lonely or him being a really good person. It could just be a combination of both.

"No, I start Monday morning." I inform him, tucking my legs under me.

"Ok, cool, so you have this whole weekend off." He says and I nod.

"Are you going to be good, food wise?" He asks, with a raised eyebrow. Concern is clear in his eyes and voice.

"Yeah, I have a bit of money saved, so I should be okay." I inform him.

"Good. Since you're not doing anything today, do you want to come to that meeting I was telling you about?" He asks.

My eyebrows wrinkle in confusion. "What meeting?"

"You remember how I told you I'm meeting with some famous dude to go over his album cover concept?" I nod, recalling that conversation. "Well, it's today and since you don't have anything better to do, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?" I ignore the slight shade he's thrown, knowing it's not intentional, it's just how Tyren is, and nod my head in agreement.