I swirled the cappuccino my gaze lingering at the door. Five minutes has passed since the time we had set and I was starting to get anxious.
Who wouldn't be a little nervous meeting the guy you've been talking to for almost a year for the first time?
I bit my lip and took the warm cup in my hands and took a sip. It was heaven. I let out a breath as the warm liquid went down my throat, relaxing me a little. One sip became two, two became three and soo enough the taste of coffee was the only thing in my mind.
I didn't hear the front door bell chiming nor did I sense a presence behind me. I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder and set my cup down.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
I looked up at the owner of that deep voice that sent shivers down my arms. I smiled.
"Eva?" He slid into the seat beside me before I could even confirm for him that he had the right girl.
"Max." I grinned, my fingers around my cup.
Max just stared at me with a half smile on his face. I bit my lip and looked down, a strand of hair that framed my face fell to the side. I could feel my cheeks burning up already.
Max reached over and tucked the hair framing my face behind my ear. "Let me take you in Eva." His voice was a soft whisper. "You're breathtaking."
I didn't know what to say. I couldn't look at him. He'd see me blushing.
Max lifted my face with a finger on my chin and grinned. "Look at me. Talk to me." He said.
"I don't really know what to say when you compliment me." I admitted and he chuckled.
The waiter came and asked for an order. As he showed her what kind of coffee he wanted I took another sip.
"A simple thanks is enough." He told me, answering my earlier confession. "Don't be shy. We know each other well don't we?"
"I'm sorry. I just. I don't do well with socializing, I guess?" I wae starting to get really nervous now. I didn't want to screw this up.
"Its okay. I like you the way you are."
I looked at him then. Really faced him and took him in. He had light brown hair that looked like he tried to comb it in place and got blown in the wind. His dark blue eyes were so deep you could get lost in them. Lips that looked so soft and a jawline to die for. He looked perfect.
He was dressed in a white button down shirt and a blue jeans. I could see a glimpse of a tattoo peeking out from his collar. He was giving me an amused look now, clearly having caught me checking him out.
I blushed even more making him chuckle. "Alright. I'm taking you out of here. Clearly you aren't going to talk much out here." He gestured to the coffee shop we were sitting in. He reached into his pocket, took out a wallet and left some cash on the table.
Before I could protest or process what was happening he had grabbed my wrist and I was being taken out of the coffee shop.
Catching sight of the black car he was walkig us to, I stopped. "Where are we going?" He looked at me, clutching my handbag that was slung over my shoulder.
"Anywhere you want." He was still holding onto my hand. Somehow I had allowed our fingers to intervine and were now firmly locked to each other.
I was about to tell him I'm fine and that we can go back inside the coffee shop when I felt a gentle breeze. The short skirt of my dress tickled my thighs as it flowed with the breeze. Max wasn't waiting for an answer from me anymore. His eyes were roaming my body starting from the flats I wore to my bare legs that I had spent a long time shaving just to wear this dress.
The dress was in blue colour and ended a few inches above my knees. I paired it with a white jacket and wore no accessories nor any makeup except lipbalm.
Max's eyes were glazed as they met mine. He took a step closer to me and the expression he gave me, reminded me of all the conversations we had for the past months.
