Shelly was still stuck as she stared at Mr. Unknown Coffee. She had taken his card, but suddenly her feet would not move. She at last responded to reality, when she felt Kyrie pull at her arm. Shelley tried not to blush when she excused herself and walked away.
The warm rushing wind of the busy traffic brought a welcomed distraction as she stepped out on Warren Avenue. Shelley looked around her. The Campus Coffee House garden was in full bloom. She loved nature but was particular to beautiful flowers.
She turned to ask Kyrie to give her a moment to snap a few pictures.
It was then that she noticed that she had walked away and left Kyrie inside. Shelley assumed she was lost in some deep conversation and walked into the garden. She reached into her purse and took out her cell phone. Shelley began to take pictures of the flowers.
Shelley lost track of time as her mind wandered. She had found a concrete bench and quickly parked on it. She had always been an intimate person. Although making new friends and meeting people with similar interest was the point of their visit, Shelley was comfortable with her brief interactions as they were. Everyone had seemed pleasant enough.
It was still early in the day and Shelley remembered that she had a ton of things to do. It occurred to her to go back inside and drag Kyrie from whatever tête-à-tête she had going on. The glass walls allowed her to see inside the building. She spotted Kyrie and gasped. Kyrie was engrossed in a conversation with several people. One of which was Mr. Unknown Coffee.
Shelley sighed. She was not afraid of him or anyone inside for that matter. It was just something about him that took her mind off her usual path. Most of the time, for her, if Shelley found someone attractive, then the person was good for a quick mental fuck. It was sex plain and simple, that they were never going to know about, but even more importantly never get.
Mr. Unknown Coffee would have been just another random, if it were not for his incredible confidence, dark piercing eyes, broad shoulders, decadent scent, deep drawl, and unnerving swagger. Shelley was comfortable with people being flustered around her. She generally let it slide because she knew that she could be intimidating at times. She believed strongly in saying what she meant or how she felt at the time.
Now, there he was, and while she did not exactly choke, she had opted for tact. Now, prudence meant staying in the garden. She would never admit that she was hiding. Butterflies diving across the flowerbed garnered her attentions before they floated away. That is how her tummy felt, full of butterflies. Shelley thoughts drifted with them to a place that she never recalled being before.
"Just him and I surrounded by soft candlelight, a bottle of wine, curled up on a comfy sofa having flirty but intelligent conversation. Maybe a plate of appetizers with a little Brie, smoked salmon, thinly sliced Roma Tomatoes, and Toasted Focaccia chips. I bet he has an awesome sense of humor. I could wear something seductive like a Satin robe and a teddy under? I would not let him kiss me on the first try, but he if tried again…
WAIT! Bish have your lost mind. This sounds like a crazy love story. Since when is that an option? OH HELL NO, you had better get away from here, this person is messing with shit, and his hands are still in his pockets. What kind of ninja nonsense is this? "Shelly thought.
She shook her vehemently before she cupped her face in both hands. Shelley looked through the glass again. Mr. Unknown Coffee was with the crowd, but his face did not register that he was listening to them. He appeared to be lost in his thoughts and gazed out the window towards the street.
Shelley could sense something was heavy on his mind. She wondered what could cause someone so calm and confident to worry. She pulled his card from her purse and read it. "Raining rational thoughts and blossoming a better flavor ". Perplexed, Shelley slipped the card back in her purse, but continued to finger it gently.
A light sprinkle began to fall from the sky. At last, Kyrie exited the building. Shelley stood up and walked back past the main entrance to the street. From her peripheral vision, she saw Mr. Unknown Coffee leaned up against the glass of the building. Shelley smiled and headed for the car.
She had barely sat in the passengers' seat, when thunder rumbled and the sky opened up with a torrent of drops. Kyrie said something, but Shelley did not hear her. She was watched Mr. Unknown Coffee through the blur of sleeting rain. On impulse, she blew him a kiss. She giggled to herself because the rain stopped as suddenly as it started.
She could see him clearer now. He was smiling, but she had no idea as to why.
"Do you need to stop for anything before I get to your house?" Kyrie asked.
"Huh? Oh yeah, thanks, I need batteries. Lots and lots of batteries and a bottle of wine." Shelley replied.
"I'm not even going to ask you what for."
"I appreciate that."
© Inakat 2016