Echo on the shore

I Can Tell That We Are Going To Be Friends

I woke up at eight forty-five, the one thing I liked about my apartment was the light that came through my window in the morning, it felt very peaceful.

I went over to the kitchen and made myself some coffee, sat down on the dinner, read some pages of the book I was newly obsessed with called "Kafka on the shore" by my beloved Haruki Murakami and had some smokes.

I was already immersed into the novel when my cellphone rang.

The screen read *Jack White*

I hesitated to pick up for a moment, but then I remembered that whatever had happened the night before, I was still working for him.

"Alló?"

"Hey!, good morning, runaway."

I laughed, "Sorry Jack, you fell asleep and I didn't want to wake you up"

"But it must have been pretty late, K, how did you get home?"

"I took the subway!"

"Are you kidding?, this is New York! not Paris, it can be very dangerous for a girl like you to take the subway alone at those hours."

"... a girl like me?"

"Um... yeah, well... you know" he laughed nervously, I think he either wanted to say stupid or beautiful, but to this day I'm still not sure.

"Kaiku, I'm not trying to lecture you, I just want you to be safe, next time we stay up late working you can crash at my place if you want."

That sentence made me tremble, next time you can crash at my place. By that time I was completely sure it had been just a one night stand, a great adventure, sleeping with my rock star boss, great sex, great company, but it would never happen again... but, was he trying to make it something else? I mean, I did leave my phone number written down over his coffee table with a cute call me in french but I never even thought he would ACTUALLY call or refer to me untill next Friday that we'd see each other at the studio with Meg and the whole team.

"Anyway, K, I was wondering if you wanted to have breakfast with me, after all we have the day off."

I panicked, I froze, I trembled. Was Jack White actually asking me out? ... Maybe not, maybe he just wanted to talk business, yeah, yeah it was probably that.

"There's also an incredible record shop I want to show you since it's your first time here, I'm sure you'll love it, every time I come to New York I go down there to treasure hunt, and it's also pretty close to the coffee shop I want to take you to, so it's a win-win."

No, this was not business, Jack White from The White Stripes was asking me out.

I was still in shock and kept quiet for a moment.

"...Or are you busy? I mean it's fine if you are" He said with some disappointment in his voice.

"No! No, no, no, I'm not busy at all I was just...distracted; yes Jack, I'd love to do that"

"Cool! Give me your address and I'll go pick you up!"

Give him my address ... this fool.

"No Jack you don't have to do that, I'll meet you there"

He laughed "Alright, 159 2nd Ave, it's called Third Rail Coffee..." (Of course it had to be third) "...10:30?"

"Sure, I'll see you there in a minute then"

"Cool, see you there, K."

We hung up. It was 9:45, the coffee shop was not far away from my place so I took some time to choose what to wear. Not that it really mattered that much, It was January, so any cute outfit I chose would be covered by my old black coat.