"Hello," he says, "What is it you have there?" I sip my caramel cappuccino, sigh, and continue writing. He presses on, "Hello?" More forceful this time. I glare.
"What?"
He smiles. "She speaks, oh speak again!" His eyes are green.
I say, "Shakespeare... Nice." I think, "He must be gay."
I grace him a half-smile and he laughs, genuinely amused. His name is Jason, a Pre-Law student. He orders a mocha latte and sits a table down from me. I can smell his cologne as he passes, something heady and sweet. He stares openly and tips his cup towards me. I pretend not to notice as he pretends to read a worn copy of Tuesdays with Morrie. Minutes pass, he scribbles on a scrap piece of paper, slides it across the table. I look up.
"Maybe, if you'd like... My number" Those eyes are full of promise. "Thanks."
"Sorry," I breathe as he walks out the door, "I'm too busy working on me."
"What?"
He smiles. "She speaks, oh speak again!" His eyes are green.
I say, "Shakespeare... Nice." I think, "He must be gay."
I grace him a half-smile and he laughs, genuinely amused. His name is Jason, a Pre-Law student. He orders a mocha latte and sits a table down from me. I can smell his cologne as he passes, something heady and sweet. He stares openly and tips his cup towards me. I pretend not to notice as he pretends to read a worn copy of Tuesdays with Morrie. Minutes pass, he scribbles on a scrap piece of paper, slides it across the table. I look up.
"Maybe, if you'd like... My number" Those eyes are full of promise. "Thanks."
"Sorry," I breathe as he walks out the door, "I'm too busy working on me."
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