Coffee, tea, or me?
I watched the raindrops race each other, eating up smaller ones to gain momentum. I could never find a winner. I marveled at café’s décor once more as a sweet waitress came up and served my order, one cup of macchiato. I smiled at her and took my book out, grateful for the ambience so suitable for reading.
Before I could delve into my book, I caught a sight out of the corner of my eye. There she comes, walking briskly towards the nearest shelter; the café that I was in.
Her feet glided gracefully through the soaked pavement despite being perfectly fitted in heels. Her tiny slender hand was helplessly trying to shield her hair from getting wet. She stopped by the door to brush off droplets of rain dew from her clothes.
She was petite in frame, probably a head shorter than me even in heels. She wore cream colored pants, a black top covered by a thin cardigan and an unbuttoned long coat that flapped elegantly behind her.
Her hair was jet black but not in the over-dyed emo way, it was of the perfect shade. The hair flowed passed her shoulders in shimmering curls that only twirled around the tips to adorn her glowing porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes were as black as ink yet they shimmer as though they had a smile of their own. Her straight nose that was accentuating her high cheekbones was just above her full lips, the color of a red rose; she seemed a picture of perfection. Had she smiled, the world would sigh in contentment. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort her.
She peered through the glass screen and scanned the café for available tables, but none was free. She continued brushing water off her clothes and her possessions at hand.
Sitting by the door, this was my chance. Unconsciously, I cleared my throat, making mental conversation starters, pumped and poised to jump at the next opportunity to speak to her.
She peered into the café once more to check if anyone was leaving. Her eyes circled the café and finally her eyes caught mine. Before I got too mesmerized by a brilliant set of eyes, I managed to signal her for her to come in. As she went through the door to approach me, I mustered up my courage.
“Hi, would you like to…”
“Oh, are you leaving?” she asked quickly. “Thanks.” As she proceeded to sit beside me.
Rii-ii-ii-ng. Her phone rang before I could finish my sentence. Her eyes looked at my apologetically and she lifted her finger in that just-a-sec way and answered her phone.
I smiled back at her. Now all I had to do was wait for her to finish her call and take it from there. It gave me time to calm my nerves for my next move.
However, the female ability to talk on the phone amazed me. The waitress had already served her coffee and she was still on the phone. Now, I was even more nervous. Maybe she was just waiting for me to leave. Perhaps the person on the other end of the line had already hung up.
This just wasn’t my day. While she was facing the other way, I stood up to leave. Right at that moment, her proffered hand that was reaching for her coffee collided with mine. She spilled her coffee and me, my book. She hung up immediately as we both scrambled to pick up my coffee soaked book. We dashed under the table and our foreheads collided.
I picked up my book and smiled at her.
“I’m so sorry,” she was remorseful. Not that I was angry facing a face that could make even the grumpiest grandpa smile.
“Nah, I wasn’t really digging this book anyway. Sorry about your coffee though. Mind if I get you a new one?”
“You don’t need to. It was…”
“I insist. I was going to ask if you’d like to have coffee with me anyway.”
She smiled. “I would be glad to.”
“CUT!!!” shouted the director.
Everyone in the café had their tensed shoulder relaxed. The sprinkling of artificial rain halted. Personas were removed as everyone took pleasure for a short break.
“That was perfect,” said the director.
That was perfect, I thought.
All of a sudden, the other side cast members were gone. The director was gone. All the cameras around disappeared. It was just one of the myriad of scenarios I’ve imagined every time I see her. In my fantasies, many things happen. Sometimes, the café would be invaded by aliens, terrorist, muggers or even a giant ape. In all of the scenarios, I end up with her. No giant ape will be running away with the girl of my dreams.
I snapped back to reality. The only thing that remained from the scene is the rain, albeit being different from the one before and also - her.
But this time, I am not in the café. Nor is she walking towards me. It is her standing by the glass screen where she is sheltered from the rain. Also, it is I, walking towards her.
I gather every ounce of my courage as I get nearer to her.
I smile at her as her I catch her gaze.
“Hi.” I waited and wondered how we would end up this time.
It will be exactly like my fantasies. It will be like the movies only without the cute-meet accidents, the bumping of heads, or even terrorists, muggers, aliens or tower-scaling giant apes…