Author: theangelsarecoming PM
An awkward insurance agent who likes to dress his best and a curious lady who is new in town. Neither expected to be getting more than just coffee from their trip to the café.Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance/Humor - Words: 844 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 1 - Published: 10-07-12 - id: 3063702
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Jeremy Stewart turned to face the young woman standing behind him in the queue at a small but rather popular café that he frequented. She was leaning against the baked goods display, arms crossed across her chest. She struck him as rather attractive, with a coy twinkle in her bright blue eyes and a taunting smile that tugged at the corners of her lips.
"Oh, uh, thanks."
She smirked at his weak response.
"Going somewhere important?"
Jeremy blushed and glanced around, wondering if he should lie. The truth was that he was dressed just as he was everyday, and was simply going to work after getting some coffee. Being a mere insurance agent, he really didn't need to dress up. There was just something about suits that made him feel important, and very slightly more confident than he was naturally. Still, that sounded lame even to him.
He was feeling impulsive that day, though, so he decided to tell her the truth.
"I, err, I just dress like this," he confessed, mentally reprimanding himself for how bashful he behaved around women. Well, around people, really.
She raised an eyebrow.
"Really. What, are you a CIA agent or something?"
The line moved, and he shuffled forward.
"Nothing that cool." he said, playing with the edge of his suit coat. "I'm just an insurance agent."
"I see," she replied. "Well, love a man in a fancy suit."
Jeremy felt his cheeks burn. He wasn't the type that women even glanced at, and he wasn't used to being in the spotlight like this.
"Well, yeah. Men always look so much better when they're dressed up." She paused and smiled again, this time without the teasing edge.
"I'm Megan, by the way."
"I'm Jeremy. It's very nice to meet you." He held out his hand and she shook it. She had a pleasant but firm handshake.
"It is." The line shifted again and they moved forward.
"You're not from around here, are you?" he said finally, when a few moments had passed.
"And what makes you say that?"
"Well, your accent isn't from this state, at least."
She nodded. "That's right, I've just moved here from California."
"Welcome to New York, then."
They had reached the head of the line so they fell quiet. They both ordered and stood aside, waiting for their morning caffeine infusions to be handed to them by a sullen barista with dye job that looked to be about a few months or so overdue for a touch up, judging by her roots. After a few minutes she did, scowling at both of them in the process and collecting their money.
Megan took a sip of her java fix as they walked away from the counter. Jeremy watched her and then hesitated. It was only a little after seven, so he wasn't needed at work yet. Besides, he was feeling a little impulsive. He tapped her on her right shoulder and she turned to look at him.
"Do you, uh, want to get a table?" he asked, gesturing with his free hand towards the seating area. "I mean, if you don't need to go anywhere now."
Megan's eyebrows jumped up slightly and she smiled, looking genuinely surprised. She glanced at her watch.
"I have a meeting to prepare for, but sure, I guess I do have a couple of minutes." He smiled back at her and they went to sit down.
"Have you lived here for a long time?" she asked when they had both settled at the table.
Jeremy nodded and they fell into easy conversation. A few minutes turned into over an hour before he realised he was going to be late for work. As he was leaving, she called out to him.
"You forgot your bag!" She was standing, holding it up to him. He smiled bashfully, took it and thanked her before running off to catch a taxi.
"You're late!" One of Jeremy's colleagues chided jokingly as Jeremy burst into the office and pretty much collapsed into his chair at his cubicle. Jeremy Stewart was never late.
"Sorry," he muttered, reaching into his bag to gather the paperwork he had done the night before. At the bottom of the bag, his fingers brushed against something soft. He gripped it and fished it out: a napkin.
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He couldn't repress a grin as he read it. His colleague caught him. "What's go you so excited?"
He shook his head and carefully tucked the napkin back into his bag.
Clearly, he wasn't the only one feeling impulsive.
Note: Hello everyone! Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this! I wrote it as I promised my friend I'd attempt to do a romance story, so here it is, for her "Happy Ever Afters Do Exist" story collection! Leave me a review to tell me what you thought of it? Thanks!