The Gangster's Girl

The Coffee

This was insane. I was sitting in this strange man's all black, well taken care of, Tahoe. I was dressed like some girl off the street, hair still in a messy bun, yet somehow I was neater than I was before all this. And he is driving carelessly down the street, as if all of this is completely normal.

I shouldn't be here. I should be at home studying my ass off for school. This was slacking off, or at least it is for me. But it's just coffee right? I mean what harm can a cup of coffee do? Plus, I do need to complete my studying if I'm going to keep my grades up. And it's not like I couldn't use the extra boost of energy to focus.

Wait! What the hell is happening to me?

"So what is your major in college?" His voice draws me from my jumbled thoughts, he passes a little red car before glancing at me.

"Oh, I uh...decided to be a nurse." I grin brightly, now this I could discuss for hours.

He notes the way my face lights up as I speak. "So you want to work at a hospital or what?" He has a genuine light smile, his hand firmly gripping the steering wheel.

I glance out the window at the bright lights dancing past us from the tall buildings. It was breath taking, nothing like back at home. "Well I'm not sure, but I was looking more into personal care. Like a nursing home or at home care, really." I turn back to look at him, he had a nice jawline.

"So like a nurse for hire?" He asks as he turns down another street, blue eyes dance to my face in pure curiosity. It was odd for a man to be honestly interested in this boring stuff.

I chuckle at his choice of words. "Perhaps." I nod watching his face break out into a bright smile. This wasn't so bad, right?

"Where are you from?" He questions focusing hard on the road ahead. "Why do you want to know?" I question playfully back at him, his eyes grow wide for a moment in shock.

"Fiesty. I like that." He grins brightly over at me as he makes another turn. "Seriously, because I love the sound of your voice. It's soothing." He shrugs glancing out of the driver's window. Clearly uncomfortable with his revelation to me, he clears his throat. "So where are you from?"

Those beautiful sky colored eyes scan my face once more, all humor had left the vehicle. He wasn't used to being interested in a female this way, I noted the change mentally.

I take in a deep breath through my nose, I focus my attention to my hands places in my lap. "Louisiana." My voice remains calm, a dare another look at him.

"Coon ass." He giggles lightly at me, flashing a toothy grin in my direction. The tension is broken once again. "I knew you were from the South. You definitely don't have that city girl vibe."

My dark eyebrow cocks at his words. "What do ya mean?" I couldn't stop the question from coming out as rude as it did.

His grin falters a bit, obviously not used to being talked to this way. "You look uncomfortable in those kind of clothes. I'm betting your more of a blue jeans and a t-shirt kind of girl." He shrugs lightly, eyeing me from the corner of his eye.

Not much for my flare of attitude, he was trying hard to contain his emotions now.

"Oh." I pause for a moment, it was now blatantly obvious that I was wrong about what he meant. I could feel my cheeks tint red. "Well....you wouldn't be entirely wrong. I dress according to what situation I am in."

I clear my throat, tilting my head high so I can see him clearly. "However, I am a huge fan of comfort and t-shirts in general are a huge comfort for me." I watch his grin brighten, it was my turn to be embarrassed.