Today’s daily prompt is Craving
“I’ve been in here a time or two,” I admit as I fiddle nervously with my bracelet. “You?”
“First time,” he smiles and leans his elbows on the table, his body tilted towards me. “Coffee must be good if you come back here for it.”
“It is but it’s also convenient,” I shrug.
He nods and looks beyond me at the shopping mall. “I can see how it would be.”
“It is,” I nod and wonder what I’m saying. I can’t even make small talk with him! I’m ridiculous!
I’m saved from saying something else redundant when our coffee arrives. Mine is perfect, no surprise really. My mystery man exudes confidence so of course he found a way to get it right. Brains, brawn, charisma. What more could a girl want?
“Mmm,” his eyebrows raise as he takes his first sip. “That is good.”
He smiles at me and while I’m wondering if I should tell him he has a little milk moustache, his tongue flicks out and takes care of the problem. His problem anyway. Now I’m speechless and craving a taste of what ever it is he’s drinking.
“Great,” I say enthusiastically though I haven’t taken a sip yet. I look down and pick up my spoon to stir the whipped cream in then take a drink and it is good.
What was I thinking saying yes? I don’t know how to do this. How to talk, let alone flirt. I’m hyper aware of him, his long legs stretched out on either side of my chair. His strong hands making the coffee cup look small in his grip. His mouth, quirked up in half a smile as if he doesn’t know what to make of me. I don’t blame him, I don’t know either.
He’s probably wondering what happened to the brazen woman who eye fucked him and owned it. Me? I’m wondering where she came from.