If there was one thing that I consistently thought about after meeting Riley, it was... why on earth had she chosen to become a divorce lawyer?
I know, sounds hypocritical of me. Who knows, maybe she also had parents who would've deemed her unacceptable if she'd chosen any other career route. If that was the case, well, then she and I had more in common that I initially thought. Honesty though, it seemed unlikely. Riley gave off very ambitious vibes. Even after hearing her speak about how grueling her job was that night in the bar, I could still tell that somewhere deep down... she enjoyed being a lawyer.
There was nothing wrong with that, in fact, the world needs more lawyers who are actually passionate about what they do. The job has definitely become exploited by television and society as a job for the 'intimidating' or the 'wealthy'.
To be honest, I had no real reason for thinking the thoughts that were currently rummaging around in my head. It was just that, I was on my way to meet Riley for midday coffee and I couldn't help but think about it. Despite it being my day off, I had promised myself that night at Parallax that I would fix my shit. One problem at a time, and now it was Riley's turn. She wasn't shit, and she definitely wasn't my shit. It just felt cooler to say it like that. She was more of, a misunderstanding. Clearly she had feelings for me, and I 'not-so-clearly' had feelings for someone else.
All of this would've been easy to handle, if I didn't actually want to keep Riley in my life as a friend. As I stepped off of the train and began to walk up to the Main Street, I thought about what Phineous had said to me this morning before I left.
*Earlier*
"So how would you like to see this end?" My best friend asked me after sipping his piping hot lemon tea.
I finished my bagel and gave him a curious look, "See what end?"
He rolled his green eyes, "This fucking weird ass love triangle you're webbed up in?!"
I laughed and stood up from the kitchen stool, "How many times do I have to say, I'm not in a love triangle."
Again with the eye rolls, "Yeah and pigs can fly!"
"Your sarcasm is trash, soooo, just stop!", I whined, "Plus, after talking to Riley today, everything will start falling into place."
This time he laughed and almost wasted the hot tea on his bare chest, "I saw that woman, and it's obvious that she does not like to lose! So, bonne chance mon ami!"
With that, he took his tea into the bedroom and left me to think about how I was going to approach the conversation with Riley.
*Present*
The coffee shop where Riley wanted to meet was ironically in SoHo, the area that Charlotte seemingly loathed. As my converse pressed down the uneven cobblestone, I kept my eyes peered for the coffee shop entitled 'About Coffee'. It had four and a half stars on Google and according to the GPS, I was very close to the particular cafe.
The short vintage dress I was wearing flowed perfectly with the mellow breeze that came by every couple of moments. My feet stopped as I came to the front of the white and black building. I used my arm to open the door after taking off my sunglasses and shoving them into my purse. The inside of the café was super tiny, there were about three of four circular tables towards the front, each with just two available seats. At the back of the café was a register and a small area where the employees actually brewed the coffee and baked the treats. I spotted Riley sitting at a table close to the big window. She looked phenomenal as the sun bled into the café window and hit her skin perfectly. Her raven colored hair that was typically down in thick locks, was pinned up in a tight bun. She had on a pair of cream colored chinos with a short sleeved white button up. Her familiar beady hazel eyes found me when the bell to the entrance rang. She smiled deeply, revealing her painfully white teeth.
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Sway
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