Everything about him was seamless perfection.
I offered him a chair across from me and he sat
down, his mannerisms practiced yet effortlessly
smooth. Every time his blue eyes flashed
over me the world stopped. His smile
seemed to take me into a different dimension.
He folded his hands on the table and glanced
down at my coffee. “I think the coffee has
been stirred enough.” He glanced back at
me, a small smirk on his lips. I laughed
embarrassed and yet feeling as though I had been
brought under some kind of wonderful spell.
I put my spoon down and needlessly folded my
napkin. “Do you come here a lot?” I
was cautious, trying to say something to keep
his interest alive.
He sat perfectly still, looking into me as
though he could see down into my very soul.
“I do.” He sat tall and confident in his
chair. “You come here for the coffee it
would seem. Are you lonely?” He
nodded towards my cup which I was absent
mindedly stirring once again.
Embarrassed, I laughed quickly and put my spoon
down. “Well, yes. I mean, I guess
I’m trying to get some type of closure. I
used to come here a lot with my boyfriend.”
I closed my mouth and couldn’t believe I had
just blurted it all out. “Braeden, you
want to scare the guy away in the first few
minutes?” I lectured myself.
He seemed to be reading my very thoughts, and
his answer floored me. “Well, I’m a hard
one to get rid of, once you get to know me.”
He smiled and in that moment I felt as though
all of my troubles were melting away from me.
He Seemed Safe
It was like a sanctuary when he smiled, and like
heaven itself when I looked into those ice blue
eyes. The waitress stopped by the table and
poured fresh coffee into my mug. The aroma was
rich and amazing. She looked at him with a
strange expression, and a moment of cold
indifference seemed to come over him. His charm
immediately returned as she left.
He leaned across the table and poured some sugar
into my cup, then poured some cream and stirred
it. I was taken aback by the gesture and yet
intrigued all at the same time. I stared at him,
analyzing him. “You’re studying me.” He said
matter-of-factly. “Is there something that you
are trying to figure out?”
I looked away and ran my hand across the table
as if to clean it off. “I’m sorry, it’s just
that, I’m just not used to this.” He looked at
me, his face coy and steady. “Tell me something.
Why is it you are here all alone tonight? I saw
you sitting here in this corner…you reminded me
of a kicked puppy. Doesn’t anyone love you?”
His words sounded smooth but carried a small
sharp edge as I felt the pain of my lost love.
I was surprised by what he said and sat up
straight, instinctively smoothing out the top of
my pony tail. My guard rose quickly up. “Oh, did
I offend you? I’m sorry. Your just a very nice
looking girl and I wondered what made you look
so sad, sitting here at this old diner.”
His words immediately melted my walls away and
his gaze pulled me back in. I teared up.