“What a dick!”
Jamie couldn’t believe the gall of her friend. She thought that out of all the guys in the world, she had found the one who was different from the rest. She thought she had found a genuinely nice guy.
“Hey, I’m just being honest. She’s a lot more fun to talk to when her tits are kind of exposed. At least that holds true for me,” replied Jack, in a casual manner.
Jack and Jamie had been friends for about four years. They met in a women’s studies class and got stuck together on a final project. Despite his sarcastic chauvinism, she found that he was actually quite the gentleman. After the class ended, they didn’t stop spending time together. They just kept meeting at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf a block from campus at six o’clock sharp every Thursday evening, as though they were still working on their project. The first time, they didn’t really intend to. They just happened to be there at the same time because they were craving coffee and neither of them really liked Starbucks. It just so happened that it was the most convenient place for them to go.
So even though their project was turned in, finished, never to be looked at again, the following Thursday they both swerved into the parking lot, and ambled into the Coffee Bean, six o’ clock sharp. Jamie saw Jack first; he was slouched, last in line with a blank, bored expression on his face. She stood in the doorway for a moment, outlining his features with her eyes. Her eyes began tracing his neck, his jawline, and soon noted how perfectly his prominent cheekbones framed his half open eyelids, partially concealing irises the color of new grass in the spring. Jamie gulped. It was like seeing his face for the first time, and she felt like… Flying. Her stomach leaped, her flesh was crawling with bumps, the good kind, and her head was a little dizzy. Suddenly, she shook her head, swiveled back towards the lot. No. Her hand was on the door when -
“Jamie!” Jack. He had seen Jamie’s vigorous head shake, turned and saw her attempt at escape.
“Hey, Jamie! Over here!” She tried to feign ignorance; but, at this point, everyone in the café was looking straight at her. She could have just walked out and never have had to see him again; but, then he’d look like an idiot and for some reason, that mattered. She paused for a second, pondering the fact, before begrudgingly turning around.
“Oh, hey Jack!” she said, painting on a smile while fumbling over her sudden epiphany. “I didn’t see you in line. What brings you here? Got another project you’re working on?”
He smiled, his suddenly devastatingly handsome smile and replied, “Oh no, you know, I just come in here hoping to see pretty girls. I just knew you’d show up!” He winked at her, teasingly.
Jamie rolled her eyes even though she could feel her face beginning to flush. “Well, aren’t you the charmer? Where was this guy when we were working on that project for so many hours? He probably would have made the time go by much faster.”
He laughed. He laughed and it sounded like the comfort of home. He offered her a chair adjacent to them and took the one across from her. “I don’t know where he was; probably intimidated by the monster you brought to fight that beast of a project. I actually came here because I was craving some of their African Sunset tea. It tastes like heaven.” Jack smiled and leaned back in the chair, beginning to become lost in memories of his tea.
Jamie’s lips unwillingly raised at Jack’s smile. Little wrinkled, crinkly lines formed at the edges of his eyes. Her own smile grew wider; she was amused that he took such delight in a mere cup of tea, a cup of tea that tasted like heaven.
Jamie was willing to bet Jack tasted like heaven.
The smile slid from Jamie’s face. She stuffed the thought far, far in the back of her brain, worried, not wanting this, this new development, to change. Jamie didn’t want to fall in love. Jamie didn’t want to love at all. She leapt from the table, needing to get out, and before she knew it she was going, some stupid excuse spilling from her mouth.
Jack’s smile faded too when he realized she was leaving.
“Jamie, wait-” but by the time he had gotten up from the table to stop her, she had clambered into her car, leaving him thirsty, and alone.
To Be Continued