Memories Within Centuries

Friends?

Rosemary's POV

I grabbed the pad of paper and a pen, sauntering over to the table where a sharply dressed fellow sat down in.
I was taken by surprise when Dave swooped in, taking the pad and pen off me, he winked, "I'll take this one." I rolled my eyes and shrugged, walking back to the counter, where I watched an ungainly Dave hobble over to the table.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the counter, bored out of my mind, I listened in on their chatter.

"What'll ya have?"
"I'll h-I'll have a coffee only, thanks"

Just when Dave was about to leave, a soft voice spoke over his shoulder.

"Is, uh, Miss Rosemary here?"
"What d'you want with my girlfriend?"
He clenched his fist.
I knew where this was going, so I butted in, "Dave! Get back to work!"

I narrowed my eyes on the customer, something about him didn't seem right. It couldn't possibly be the fact that he had emeralds for eye, or that his brown hair was just swept up in a random, yet graceful manner. I don't know, just something about him was off. He looked like a statue, sitting there, utterly still, a glorious statue in his own right.
Dave stomped off, "He wants a coffee," he said gruffly. "Kay," I pulled the lever on the cappuccino machine, letting the foam sink into the cup. I grabbed the creamer and coffee, setting it on a platter. I managed to balance it on one hand, trying to look professional, I ambled over.
I set it down on the table, "So now we're friends? You come to my shop once and we are friends," I questioned heatedly.
He rubbed the back of his neck, "Y-Yeah, don't you remember? We went to high school together!" I raised a brow, "I don't really remember you," I paused, pursing my lips, "What's your name, again?"
"Liam," he said simply.
"I don't remember you being in my school," I repeated, tired of the guessing game.
"That's because I was in the other class," he pointed out, clearly proud of himself with that snowballing lie.
I shrugged, "What the hell, might as well make a new friend. Besides, he isn't half bad," I thought, eyeing him.
"You know what? You do seem a bit familiar," I smiled, "How 'bout we go to the movies to catch up?"
He nodded, face red all of a sudden, "Yeah totally!"
"Great, here's my number, I changed it a while back, so this's the new one," I said, scribbling digits on a blank paper scrap. I walked off happily, not waiting for an answer. I left him there, the sound of jaw dropping audible, well, at least in my mind it is.