Perspective

The Next Choice

I continued walking behind this man as he lead me to this cafe.

I stopped for a minute to got inside a public restroom.

I could smell the stink, the uncleanliness of all of the disgusting filth around me.

I grabbed a white handkerchief from my bag, and turned the nozzle of the sink with it covering my hand.

I wet the handkerchief with the water, and bring it down to the muddied patch on my dress, wiping it delicately.

I scrub at it, watching the mud slowly fade away from my dress, but there was still a stain. Unclean.

I sighed, and looked down at my now muddy handkerchief, and neatly folding it up, making sure every corner is neat and perfect.

I bring it down to my bag, and neatly place it in, making sure that it wasn't touching anything.

I look up at the mirror.

I see my own reflection looking back at me, as I reach up to fix my hair.

I smooth down my almost white hair, making sure ever hair was still in place.

I look at my violet-red eyes, looking into their abnormal coloring.

I looked away, walking away from the mirror, and out the door of the bathroom.

I walked back out to see the man waiting outside for me, two coffees in hand.

I force a smile on my face as I walk toward him.

"I figured we could walk to this pretty lil' place in the park." He said in his southern accent.

I say in a sickly sweet voice, "Of course! But, silly me, I never asked for your name!" I bat my eyes flirtatiously.

He blushes as he tells me, "Names Devin. Pleasure tuh' meet cha'."

"Macy. The pleasure is all mine." I smile.

We walk to the park, and make our way to a rickety old wooden bench swing, hanging under a tree.

Devin sits down on the swing, while I dig through my purse.

He gives me an odd look as I pull out a white cloth, and then place it next to him, and sit down on it.

I turn to as he looks at me in confusion.

"I don't like sitting on things that I don't know where they have been." I say.

He nods his head in understanding and hands me my coffee.

I got to take a sip of the drink and inwardly cringe at the sickly sweet taste.

I nod my head and hum, as if I'm enjoying the drink, when in truth I'm trying not to throw it back up.

Devin starts talking about himself and telling stories, and I nod my head, pretending to listen.

He continues talking as I forced down the disgusting thing he calls a coffee, making sure to seem like I am enjoying it.

I go off into my thoughts, until I was rattled out of them by Devin abruptly standing up.

He smiled down at me, and reached out his hand to politely help me up.

I softly smile as I take his hand, trying not to vomit at the fact that this an is touching me, even though I am wearing my gloves.

We start walking out of the park, and I smile up to him, saying, "How about we walk down to your place? I'd love to see were you stay. Maybe I can come visit and bring sweets or something of the sort later this week."