A Chilly Aroma

The aroma assaulted my senses and the warmth enveloped me instantly as I stepped through the door. He was right behind me, insisting on following me all over the city. Even though coffee shops really weren't his thing.

I took in the surroundings. It was hip, but cozy. A couple of computers were assembled against the far wall and in use by customers. There was a couch, a lounge chair, and a couple of small tables.

"We've been doing a lot of walking," I turned to him. "Why don't we take a break here?"

He smiled and nodded. I looked at him for a moment, noticing that his pale face had reddened a bit from the cold wind that had been whipping us around most of the day. He needed to warm up a bit, too.

I sauntered up to the counter and grinned at the cashier. "Two chai teas, please." I started to fish around in my purse, but a hand over mine stopped me. I looked up at him. He had that soft look in his eyes again.

"I'll buy," he said quietly. My eyed widened and could feel my face heat up. I just knew I was bright red. I whipped around quickly and muttered a "thank you."

Why did I always react that way? Every single time he insisted on doing something nice or polite for me, I started blushing. But then, it wasn't hard to make him turn bright red either. In a way, it was like a game.

All I had to do was reach up and grab a lock of his curly hair, staring at it incredulously, and his cheeks pinkened. It was terribly cute. So I did it often.

We received our drinks and sat down at a table near the window. It was snowing now and people were rushing back and forth, hurrying to their desination. It was kind of cool, watching all that from inside the calm coffee shop.

I sat back in my chair and relaxed. "I rather like it here."

He nodded. "Its not bad. I think this is the first time I've been here."

I sipped at my tea and closed my eyes. My little escape from reality was quite blissful thus far, but I was afraid that sooner or later the spell would be broken. Sooner or later, we might disagree or become disappointed by each other.

When that happened, it'd be time to go home. Truthfully, I didn't have much time here anyways. So I wanted to make it as enjoyable as possible. And right now, I was enjoying the moment.

I stared at him from over my styrofoam cup. He was staring back at me. His pale green eyes seemed to brighten as I met his gaze. Why was that, I wondered. It must be some kind of unspeakable attraction. And I certainly wasn't going to be the one to verbally acknowledge it. For all I knew, it was my imagination playing tricks on me.

"Are you sure you want to leave in two days?" He asked. His eyes were cast downward now and he idly swirled the liquid around in his cup. "That seems like such a short time to be here."

"Well, the plan was to meet you, do the tourist thing, and then go home," I stated. "I've accomplished that. It was fun."

He smiled for half a second, and then it was gone. Somehow, just like that, the spell had been broken. I finished my drink and stood up.

"Lets go then?" He nodded. We left the coffee shop in silence, dragging our feet as we walked. I kind of wished he'd have driven today. But no, I'd insisted on walking.

The snow blew through my hair and swept a lonely chill through me. Yeah, it was definitely colder up here in Canada.