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Cafè Olè
They met in a local café.
Robin had ordered a tall mocha cappuccino with “No foam, please”
Hayley ordered a regular coffee, with three scoops of sugar and three dashes of cream.
They had sat at opposite ends of the room, both on laptops - Robin with a two year old computer and Hayley with the latest.
Even though he was supposed to be writing a paper for his college class, Psychology something. It was easy work, but he couldn’t seem to focus. He tried taking a sip of his cappuccino, but found his hands shaking, and he nearly spilt the hot coffee on his lap. It was only when he glanced across the room, did he notice the young woman staring at him, with bright, piercing green eyes.
Those eyes, surrounded by black kohl and a light dusting of purple eye shadow. They continued staring at him, when she took a sip of her coffee, when she typed on her computer - they were never taken off of him. Robin went to take a drink of his coffee, but the cup rim missed his mouth, and when it spilled over his chin, and he went to wipe it up, when he looked up she was no longer watching him. She wasn’t even in the room at all. Her laptop was gone, too.
Robin thought of this mysterious woman when he walked down the boulevard. It was a bright, sunny day. One with many promises of the upcoming summer. Glancing in shop windows, his laptop safely tucked away in his school bag, he thought about summer. He couldn’t afford any of this merchandise, being a poor college student who lived off of one income, living in a dorm with one other man; but classes were almost over, and Robin would have graduated. He wouldn’t have anywhere to go, and would need any money he could gather from his low paying job early to rent an apartment. Instead he stopped into a quiet used bookstore.
It was dusty and cliché, Robin thought as he swept down each aisle, looking for a certain section. Stopped in front of a tall, battered bookcase full of paper back books. A small blue sign attached to the top of the bookcase read “Romance."
Robin read through the titles, pointer finger running delicately over each cracked, creased spine. As he bent a little lower to view the shelf below his eye range, he heard footsteps on the wooden flooring, footsteps getting louder as he supposed the feet that were making them got closer.
He heard a click of a tongue, and looked up, before blushing and standing straight.
“Romance? Robby, I never took you for the sort.”
It was the woman from before, and now that she was standing right in front of Robin, he could see what she really looked like.
Wavy black hair with purple highlights brushed her shoulders lightly, cut short and choppy. She wore a tight red tank top, which came short of her bellybutton, the stomach showing tight and smooth. Her pants were low, black track pants. Her skin was pale, though, however much of it Robin saw. It was all a delicate porcelain-type color.
To say the least, she was attractive. And Robin found it hard not to notice her breast size was a high C, maybe a D.
He blushed deeper.
“I… I was picking something up for my little sister,” Robin muttered, glancing at a title and grabbing it. The title read Late Nights, Too Far Apart. Cheesy, but acceptable for the crisis. The woman smirked, and rolled her eyes.
“Wait, how’d you know my name?” Robin asked incredulously, tucking the book into the crook of his arm. The woman gave a crooked smile, showing off one of her slightly pointed canine teeth.
“Silly you. We’re in the same Psychology class.” She glanced at the titles across from the Romance section, and picked up a book. Robin looked at the sign and saw it was Science Fiction. He glanced at the book curiously again. “It’s Killer Bees from Mars. A classic. You’ve never heard of it?” Robin shook his head, taking the book from her when she presented it and reading the back. He almost laughed. It sounded almost as cheesy as the title of the romance book he picked up.
“Well, I’ve got to get going,” Robin said, handing the book back to her. He noticed her hands were small, but her fingers were elegantly long compared. Her nails were painted dark red, but they didn’t look professional. Not like Robin’s, anyway. “I’ll… I’ll see you around then?” Robin said, beginning to walk away from her.
He noticed the girl followed him to checkout, and when he walked down the street to head back to campus she ran up to him. “You never heard my name,” she said, thrusting a hand out with sudden bravery. “My name’s Hayley Thomas. Hail for short, if you want.” Robin took her hand a grinned widely, shaking it softly. The girl smiled, too.
“I’m having a lady friend over in an hour,” Tom said, brushing his hand through his spiky blonde hair. “We’ll be busy tonight, so I’d appreciate it if you listened to your weird music through your headphones.”
Tom was a tall guy, a towering six feet three inches to Robin’s five feet ten inches. He used to be on the football team in high school, giving him a lean, muscular body. He usually wore normal clothes, like baggy jeans and a sweater or T-shirt. And, Robin disturbingly found out once, Tom shaved his entire body.
Robin sighed as he dropped onto his twin sized bed with messy bed sheets. Tom - being the ever best friend he was - peaked his head around the hanging sheet. “What’s up, mate?” He had the tendency to use the word, even though he wasn’t British or Australian.
Robin shrugged, turning to lay on his stomach and look out the open window. Suddenly, Tom grinned. Robin could almost hear his grinning, it was so bright.
“Girl troubles?” Tom guessed, sitting on the bed next to Robin and placing a hand on his shoulder blade. Robin muttered something, digging his head into his pillow. “I got’cha. Don’t worry, mate. You’ve just got to take her out a few times. She’ll see what a good man you are.” And with those final words lack of wisdom, Tom went back to his curtain, an hour later a knock presenting itself on their closed dorm door.
Robin groaned. This was going to be a long night.
