Café Mischief
It was early autumn; the air beckoned the usual chill of wind and the usual start of cuffing season. Dating apps filled with new users who were all looking for love or a simple good time. Samantha was something of both. Her profile was simple enough: a young girl named Kate, just looking for some fun.
Between the many dozens of matches that destroyed her notifications, a particular man rose to her attention. Michael was his name. He had a few cute pictures, one showing off a dog, another showing a gym workout that highlighted the defined muscles of his arms, but the real deal was his final picture. It was simple. A nice, well fitting brown cotton sweater fit against his chest as the sleeves seemed to guide the eyes to his hands. Not callused but worked, veins prominent from the back of his hands. His dress pants seemed to contrast the deep blue silk of his covered legs only against the paleness of his fingers.
What really worked, though, was that he was dumb. Samantha liked them dumb.
After a few messages, which went from coy flirting to arranging plans, she had him hooked. They would meet at Shelbrooke Café. It was a small little coffee shop secluded against the backdrop of an undeveloped plot of forest. That made it ideal for her.
She showed up early. Being able to go ahead and order lulled men into thinking they had the center stage, since she was 'so desperate to meet that she showed up before them.' Placing an order and returning to her chair against the far corner of the café, she smoothed out the red plaid skirt covering her upper thighs.
Right as the bell rang and Michael came in, her order was up.
"Order for Kate, a small black coffee? Kate, small black coffee?" announced a busy barista.
She walked towards the coffee after flashing Michael a smile. She felt his eyes trace up her leggings and up the back of her wool sweater. A warmth blossomed in her; a thrill began to radiate in her core.
As she sat back down, Michael flashed her another smile and spoke, "I can't believe you came early, that was really sweet of you, Kate."
Hook.
She smiled sweetly in return while grabbing a napkin off the table and placing it into her bag, "well I was just too excited, I'm glad we could meet."
There was a lull for a moment as she placed her palm against the side of the coffee cup, warming it. When her hand had leeched enough of the warmth, she touched the top of Michael's hand. Feeling the skin underneath her, she spoke, "I was worried I wouldn't be able to see you. You were such a charmer I was sure you'd be drowning in attention from others by now."
Michael's eyes lit up and the creases around his eyes crinkled. "I'd only want attention from a woman like you, Kate." His eyes trailed up her arm and traced across her neck, flowing downwards towards her chest.
Samantha feigned a blush, rubbing her thumb on his hand. "You certainly know how to make a lady feel noticed," she whispered.
Samantha's leg began to drift away from its crossed position, instead rubbing against Michael's leg, scouting out the feeling of his strong calves as they pressed against his pants. His broad chest seemed to lift for a moment. Then it fell again as her leg pulled away.
Michael briefly held his tongue, then said, "You're very charming yourself, Kate. You know how to make me feel noticed." She watched his mouth move and how he took slight pauses whenever she leaned toward him.
Line.
Samantha could feel her moves working on Michael. She leaned forward a little more, letting the loose sweater wool drop forward and give him a peak at her bare chest. It didn't matter whether she was small chested when his eyes could devour the peaks of her pale breasts before she leaned back and readjusted her purse.
Watching his eyes slowly move back up to her face as she smiled, she said, "You know Michael, coffee is so nice but it always makes me awfully hot. Don't you agree?"
