Besitos (Little Kisses)

Slow Conversations

I eventually admitted that I thought coffee was disgusting, and he said that was okay because he did too. We decided to try something new, and ordered two teas made from peach juice.
Being there with Vic felt so surreal but kind of completely normal at the same time, like a first date with someone you met online. The booth was soo small that we couldn't really have our arms on the table without them touching, and our legs were kind of intertwined- but we were trying not to rub against each other.
I'd never had so much to talk about with someone I'd never met before; but there was no awkward silences or desperate attempts at conversation. He talked about his friends and I talked about mine, as if his weren't famous musicians and mine weren't their fans.
We must have been sitting here for an hour, sipping peach tea and laughing, like two people who had known each other forever. Then, the atmosphere changed for a split second. Vic leaned a little forward and touched the two little balls on the end of my septum ring with his index finger.
"This really suits you," he smiled.
I felt my cheeks heat up a little and tried to ignore the obvious blushing I was doing.
"Thank you," I began flipping it up and down nervously.
"And this really suits you," I said, touching his nose ring gently. He smiled, and his perfect white teeth flashed against his tanned skin. Just for a moment, we were just kind of staring at each other, grinning.. My stomach started to feel funny and my thoughts raced, but we were interrupted.
The old lady waitress shuffled down to our booth and offered to take our cups. When she shuffled away again, Vic asked me, "You wana go? I'm not finished exploring yet- show me around?"
I smiled and nodded, and we awkwardly slid out of the booth.
"I'll get this," he stepped up to the counter, slipped the old lady the price of our teas and a tip, then winked at her.
I decided to get the door this time, and I bowed like a gentleman as Vic glided out past me with a feminine arm movement.
"Eh-why thank you," he joked.
We laughed at each other, and stepped back out into the sunny alley.