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  What follows in this article is a new installment from Chris aka Formerly Fun. In her own words, it's "a bit pulpy, a bit romantic" and I will add ... "a bit entertaining."
It's something I think Scrivel readers will thoroughly enjoy and find themselves coming back for more. So get comfortable, sit back, sip your coffee ... enjoy the BlogOpera ... - F. Lawrence Caslin
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me. I willed him to talk to me. I had recently read up on quantum theory, the part about what is possible if the mind believes it can be. Ok, so read up on is a bit of an exaggeration. I watched a movie that touched on it and subsequently bought a weighty theory book that has since sat unread with the receipt neatly tucked into it. Come over here and talk to me, I silently demanded. Maybe I just wasn't concentrating enough.
I distractedly examined the movie reviews in the paper in front of me to keep from looking out of place. Trying not to appear like I had just spent five dollars for a coffee I didn't really want so I had an excuse to sit at the bar of the café and wait for him to talk to me. Scanning the headlines I found one: The Passion of the Christ Re-released, now with less tortured Jesus. Funny. I looked up as I softly chuckled and he was standing right in front of me. Maybe I had the power of Christ thing all wrong.
Hey, said he. Hey, said me. I felt like I was sixteen instead of thirty, trying to be so casual. He was exceptionally laid-back, which probably explained the barista career choice as opposed to something like a stock broker. He was tousled-looking, attractive with a general air of indifference, more than a little swagger and just a hint of interest. Ah, for me, instant panty remover.
"What's so funny? he asked.
I read him the Jesus review, he laughed and said we should put that on a t-shirt, start our own business. Oh, I could think of better ways to spend time together. I laughed, went back to my paper, my eyes moving over lines, reading nothing. Volley that ambivalent interest right back at you buddy.
I was busy ignoring him when I heard the loud whir of machinery and I looked up to see he was vacuuming out the pastry cooler. He caught my eye and attached the hose of the shop vac to the crotch of his pants, all the while maintaining his staid expression. I laughed, he laughed. I finished the last sip of the nine PM coffee that would keep me up all night, folded my newspaper under my arm, slid off the stool and headed towards the door.
"Hey, you forgot something," he yelled in my direction.
I turned around to look at him, my eyebrows raised.
"Goodnight," he said, his face breaking out in a giant grin.
I held the silence a moment between us. "Goodnight." And I walked out the door. (to be continued ...) |
Formerly Fun
