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my attempt at a romantic story Part 1
my attempt at a romantic story Part 1
No one would ever use the term glide or float for anything she did; there was too much energy in every movement, almost as though she was plugged into some weird cosmic battery that would make her burst if she didn’t use every drop of power in her movements. She was a ceaseless fidgeter and always seemed to take enjoyment in the simplest tasks, it wasn’t unusual to be sitting with her at the bar and see her suddenly start singing along with the jukebox or dancing as she sat. Today he realized she never walked or even stepped into a place- she bounded or maybe burst into the café they were meeting at this morning. Most times she seemed his diametric opposite, he always was well put together, his shirt tucked in, his socks matching, hair neatly combed whereas she always seemed to be wearing something at least eight sizes too large for her, patched or ripped somewhere and her hair thrown into a ponytail or in today’s case braids. Her eyes sparkled like a child’s as she slid into the booth next too him, bumping her hip against his before throwing her arms around him and kissing him on the nose. He noticed that there were still traces of makeup around her eyes and she was wearing the outfit he had seen her in the night before; torn jeans, ancient t-shirt and sandals. Either she had woken up and thrown on the first thing she came across or more likely she hadn’t slept yet, instead choosing to stay up all night working on some project or another. She flipped to the other side of the booth in a quick movement and grabbed the glass of water in front of him, draining it quickly before he could say a word. She smiled at him as the waitress came by to take their order; he had already chosen what he wanted and ordered in is normal careful fashion; two eggs over medium, dry wheat toast, hash browns and bacon extremely well done. She didn’t even pick up the menu she just smiled at the waitress and asked for a cheeseburger with everything, fries and the biggest chocolate milkshake that they could make her. He was always amazed at the ferocity of her appetite and her love of ordering what ever she desired no matter the time of day or where they were, he laughed a little as he remembered the time they went to an Italian bistro and she had ordered a grilled cheese sandwich. Waitresses were always amazed by her ability to convince them that, yes, the kitchen could make whatever she wanted because the menu had all the necessary ingredients but no matter the hassle she always tipped them well if they could convince the cooks to make it. She tossed her braids over her shoulders and looked at him in an inquisitive manner, knowing there had to be a reason for him to call her at the ungodly hour of seven in the morning and insist they meet for breakfast. He stared at his long fingers while took a moment to collect himself, he had been waiting over a year to ask her something and now that he had gotten her here alone he wasn’t sure he could put it into words, he shrugged and smiled at her before catching her hand in his and looking into her eyes.
“You may be wondering why I asked you to come to breakfast with me today,” he broke off for a second realizing she was laughing quietly under her breath, “what is it?”
“For a second there you sounded like a politician or doctor about to inform people of a horrible impending tragedy,” She said through her laughter, “I really hope that’s not the case.”
“Well, I don’t think it’s a tragedy, I just thought that I should tell you something that’s important to me and that’s been on my mind for quite a while.”
“O.K. then give, it your best shot.”
“We’ve been friends for over a year, and I like you a lot. As more than a friend really and I was thinking maybe we should try to be more than friends.”
She looked at him for a moment with one eyebrow raised, her teeth gently clamped on her lower lip, thinking. He knew she cared for him but he didn’t know that she had been wanting to say the same thing to him for the past few weeks, ever since the night they had gone drinking together and ended up at her place watching movies until dawn, both of them falling asleep curled together on her sofa. She glanced down at her hands, studying the chipped polish on her nails before she looked back into his eyes and realized it wasn’t a joke. She started to speak but just then the waitress came back setting their food in front of them, her tongue darted out and wet her lips.
“After we eat les go someplace and continue this conversation.”