Faye.
Walking down the street, I go to that cute little café that has the best croissants. But it reminds me of Paris because they have these tables outside you can sit at. So that's what I do. I grab my croissant and coffee, I sit at my table, sit back and feel the cold air in Red Bank.
It's the best feeling after a long week.
From a far, I see a couple holding each other in the cold. They're even kissing and they look so in love.
How do some people find love so easily? Are some people just meant to be alone forever? Me?
I sometimes think I will never be with someone like that. It seems impossible to me. I hate that.
"Hey!" Someone yells from afar but I ignore it, it's probably someone hailing a cab. "Hey!" Again they yell.
I lift my head from my coffee to just check, and when I look up. I see someone waving from across the street. Once my eyes focus on him, I can see who it is.
The guy from Conlan's?
He waits for a car to pass and he runs across the street to me. When getting to my table, he smiles. "Hey, remember me, Mickey?"
I smile back, "Yeah...of course." I pause for a second because I remember his cute dimples, his sexy smile, but almost forgot his name.
It's fine, I'm sure he forgot mine.
"Faye, right?"
Now I feel bad.
"Yeah!" I reply way too loud on accident.
He looks around and notices I'm the only lone out here. What a loser I am. Pulling out a chair, he asks, "Mind if I join you?"
Blushing, I wave for him to sit.
"So, how you been?" Mickey asks me, sitting aback in his chair.
I don't know what to say at first because I'm nervous. Because Mickey is a boy, a cute boy. I'm not used to cute boys falling to me. Why is he talking to me?
"Umm, good. Well, it's been hectic but you know. How's bout you?" I drink more of my coffee.
He seems very energetic and chirpy, "Pretty good. But I could use one of those, that looks good." Referring to my croissant. "Maybe I should go order one."
"Oh, they're great." I reply, "But here, have the rest of mine." I slide my plate to him, leaving half of my croissant to him.
"Nah, I can't do that." He shakes his head, "Here, finish it."
Waving my hand, I refuse, "No, I never finish my food anyways. If you don't eat it, it'll be left to the rats."
He chuckles at me, "Really? You sure?" I nod and he thanks me before taking a bite. I'm which he chews it continuously and moans a little, "Wow."
I giggle at him, "It's good right?"
He nods and finishes the rest of it. Licking his fingers he loves it so much. I just look at him in awe of how cute he is. Until he breaks my thoughts and starts a conversation. We talk and talk and talk, never having nothing to talk about.
