I sat there in the small café, sipping my coffee and recounting to Melly the events of the previous night at Janie Windsor's party. It was my first time ever being invited to one of heiress Janie Windsor's famous soirees in far-off New York City, and I had to admit that the bash surely did live up to it's name, although the hostess herself hadn't shown her face much. That night I was introduced to man via some distant acquaintances (who apparently remembered everything about me and yet I knew little of them). I am not sure how, but an innocent conversation led to a kiss. As one can easily guess, after a night like that I needed the caffeine.
"You what?" Melly cried, nearly spitting out her caramel latte.
"I left the party," I responded calmly and indifferently.
"Do you mean to tell me that you kissed him real quick and then just left? Without getting his number? I hate to tell you this, but you acted completely wrong, Pam."
"And exactly what was I supposed to do? I hardly even know the guy! In fact, at this very moment, I have absolutely no idea what his name is."
"He still sounds so much better than Devin." At the time, Devin was my on-off boyfriend of two years, and I loved him very much. I regret to say that chances are that he probably didn't feel the same about me.
"Don't you dare say anything against Devin!"
"I don't know what you mean. I didn't say anything against him. I was just making a sly observation."
"It doesn't matter anyway. He's in New York and I'm sitting here in suburban Pennsylvania. I'll probably never see him again." I took another sip of my coffee, looked up, and almost spit it back out again. Standing right in front of me was the guy from the party with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Hi," he said to us awkwardly.
"Hi," Melly replied in her usual bubbly way.
"Do you mind if I sit here with you two?" Inside, I was screaming, and I'm sure that my screaming got louder with Melly's reply.
"Sure." As he sat down, I kicked Melly's leg under the table.
"What?" she asked in a tone that stood on the fence between shouting and normal talking.
"Melly, can I talk to you in private for a moment?"
"Um… sure?" I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her into the women's bathroom.
Melly demanded, "What on earth do you want?"
"I know that guy you let sit at our table," I hissed.
"Really? Why didn't you say hi to him or something?"
"He's the guy I kissed at the party last night!"
"Oh." All of a sudden her eyes began to sparkle like lights on a Christmas tree. "Why are we here? Get out there, Pam. Make a move!"
"Are you crazy?"
"Possibly. Now get out there!" I stumbled out of the bathroom with Melly on my heels. Cautiously, I sat back down and recommenced sipping my coffee. I was anxious for Melly to sit beside me so that I might have some support, but she whisked right past the table, grabbed her latte, muttered an excuse, and walked right out the door. I felt compelled to run after her. Why did she feel the need to maroon me with some strange guy who I'd accidentally kissed the night before?
I was given the chance to run, though, for my new companion asked, "Excuse me, but I can't help but feel that I've seen you before." I groaned under my breath. Deep down, it occurred to me that it would be almost impossible to avoid this conversation.
"Were you by any chance at a party in New York last night?" I asked. Maybe he wouldn't remember.
"Yeah, I was at Janie Windsor's." His eye widened as he realized who I was. "You weren't-"
"Uh-huh, I was."
"Gosh, I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I mean, no one ever remembers what happens at Janie Windsor's parties except that it was a rocking bash."
"All the same, I apologize."
"My name's Marc, by the way."
"Hi, Marc. I'm Pam." We shook hands over the table.
"Nice to meet you."
"The same to you."
Marc looked down at my cup of coffee. "Interesting, plain coffee with cream. Most people usually opt for something a little more fancy."
"I was never really one for any of those frappuccinos or whatever Starbucks is selling nowadays. That's why I always come here, even though Starbucks is closer."
"I know what you mean. It seems like you can never get a good, plain cup of coffee with some good, plain cream. Places should start selling more gold, plain cups of coffee.
"I second that notion." We clinked coffee mugs.
I looked at him and asked, "So, what exactly are you doing in Pennsylvania?"
Marc replied, "I was just wondering the same thing. I live around here, plus I work down the road in the sales department of Neil Industries. What exactly are you doing in Pennsylvania?"
"I live around here, too, although your job sounds so much better than my job. Well, my old job. I used work at the Bath and Body Works in the mall. Now I'm a receptionist at some big corporate business. I can't quite remember the name though." I giggled. "As you can tell, I'm not really too familiar with the corporate world."
Marc said with a laugh, "Here's a toast to your new job!"
Beep! Beep! My watch resounded through the small café. I looked down at the face- it was ten o'clock.
"Speaking of jobs, I've got to go to mine," I said, scooping up my coffee and standing. "It was really nice seeing you again."
"You to," Marc replied. Our lips met.
Pulling back, a smile on my face, I asked, "Are you coming back later for some after dinner coffee?"
"If you'll be here."
"Okay, see you at seven." I bounced out of the café and into my little lime green punch buggy, driving off. As I drove, I dug deep into the depths of my cluttered purse, looking for the address of this new company I was working for.
"Ah-hah!" I exclaimed, removing the little slip of paper and lifting it in the air. Looking down at the slip of paper I recited the address, "114 Kensington Business Park. 114 Kensington Business Park." I'd been to Kensington Business Park once before my interview when my older brother, Harry, used to work there, and I had driven there successfully to go to my interview, so I had at least a faint idea of where I was going. Surprisingly, I found Kensington Business Park with ease. I parked next to the building marked 114 and walked in, not really bothering to read the sign so that I could remember the name of the company. A smiling woman was standing in the lobby.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Yes, actually," I replied. "I sure hope I'm in the right place. I'm the new receptionist-"
She said, shaking my hand, "Oh, you must be Pamela Evans! It's so nice to meet you. I'm Rhonda Clarke, the manager. Welcome to Neil Industries."
"…I work down the road in the sales department of Neil Industries."
I muttered, "That must mean…" Sure enough, as soon as I turned around, Marc came through the large glass doors.
"Pam, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"Apparently, this is my new job."
Rhonda asked, "Anybody for a cup of coffee?"
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