Back at the coffee shop today. You remember, the one with the yoga pants from Day 1.
No yoga pants today, though. Today I was all business.
I’d been thinking about potential flirting opportunities all morning, hoping to have a random encounter on my errands. But, no such luck.
So here I was, getting ready to hunker down to work, and I hadn’t yet had any fun. I ruled out the baristas, with whom I flirted daily, as I felt that would be cheating. Not very crowded, either.
People came and went, I got lost in work for a while. And then, it was time for a stretch and a refill. There was another person ahead of me, waiting on his drink. He was younger, meticulously disheveled, beautiful blue eyes.
But what got my attention was the book he was carrying (an actual book, remember those?)…East of Eden.
One of my favorites. My entree.
I adjusted my blazer, checked my cleavage and moved slightly into his personal space. Then I took a deep breath, smiled-felt that rush of excitement-and asked him how he was enjoying the book.
He looked up and smiled back (OMG those eyes…my knees went a little weak…and there was definitely tingling…but I digress). Said he was enjoying it so far and had I read it?
For a brief second I’d forgotten what we were taking about…well not forgotten exactly, but between those eyes and my trying to figure out how I was going to make this sexually awkward, I’d gotten distracted.
And my face flushed. And I blurted out something about Steinbeck’s beautiful writing. And he agreed. And we chatted. And all I kept thinking about was, how do I nudge this little book club into overtly sexy territory?
And then the universe intervened. His drink order came up.
It was some kind of fancy drink, but all I remember hearing was “extra whip.” I shit you not. There it was. As he reached for his cup, I took another deep breath, and gushed, “Ooo, extra whip! Now that sounds like fun!"
He looked a little startled, amused, but caught off guard. He smiled and started to say something, stopped. And now I was blushing, grinning like a teenager, as he gave me a different kind of once over with those eyes.
Fuck. Tingling just turned damp.
He finally broke into a wide grin and said, "Yes, yes it does.”
We both laughed and he went to sit down. Um. Crap. He was staying. So was I.
Did I get much work done after that? Hell no.
We caught each other looking twice.
The sexual tension was palpable.
More blushing and sheepish grins. On his way out he dropped his card on my notebook and said he’d love to discuss more Steinbeck sometime. I told him I couldn’t agree more.
Maybe we will, maybe not.
But I saw one of the female baristas eyeing him as we were talking. When he left, I took his card and gave it to her.
Paying it forward.
-Anonymous, please 💋
Damn that is hot. I don’t even know what I would say. I like to think it would smooth, but I am sure I’d be a wreck.