“Hey! This place is pretty crowded. Would you mind if I sit with you?”
She graced me with the warmest of warm dark brown eyes and her smile could have lit up the entire coffee shop.
“Be my guest. But you might regret it…”
She motioned for me to sit and I promptly accepted.
“With a smile that beautiful, regret would be impossible.”
I expected her to avert her eyes shyly or at least blush at my compliment but I got neither. She never even flinch.
I watched as she smoothed out the newspaper and folded it into four. As she did, she continued smiling and her eyes never left mine.
“So tell me, why would I regret sitting with you?”
“Well, I’m not that much of a conversationalist this early in the morning. And those girls over there seemed more than ready and willing to entertain a good-looking guy like you.”
She gestured behind me and when I turned, the three women were looking in our direction.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. I was impressed that she had observed that subtle exchange because it meant that she had been looking at me. Then, there was the fact that she had called me “good-looking”. Things were looking up so I cranked up the charm.
“You’ve been watching me? I’m flattered.”
“No, I wasn’t watching you. Let’s just say that I’m very aware of my surroundings and the people around me.”
She grinned and slipped the newspaper into her bag.
I laughed at how she skirted around my shameless flirtation.
“Maybe you should be a cop.”
“Who says that I’m not?”
I leaned in towards her across the table and whispered, “You’re too pretty to be a cop.”
She leaned in to match my action and whispered back, “That’s a bit insulting to all the female police officers in the world. Maybe…just maybe, I’m very aware of my surroundings because I’m…psychic.”
There was a long quiet moment as we simply looked at each other. This was getting more and more interesting by the second. I was enjoying this little banter between us, chatting like we already knew each other. At this rate and if I wasn’t careful, I would quickly go from being early for work to being late.
I studied her pretty face and wondered how her skin could look so smooth when she had on absolutely no make-up. Her “Au Naturelle” T-shirt was definitely on point. There was a sense of familiarity about her which was a bit odd because we had just met.
“A psychic, you say? Okay then, “read” me. Tell me all about me.”
She took a long sip from her coffee mug. I, on the other hand, had completely forgotten that I’d even bought myself a coffee. I took a quick swig of mine and waited for her volley back. She outstretched her hand and showed me her palm. I frowned, a little confused.
She wiggled the fingers of her outstretched hand.
“Give me your hand. I’ll give you a …”reading”.
I laughed again as I gave her my hand.
“How much will it cost me?”
I had started this game and she wasn’t afraid to play. I was already hooked.
“Not one penny.”
Her hand was smooth and soft as she slid her palm across mine. When she simply held it in hers, I no longer cared about being late for work.
“Okay Ms. Psychic?” I teased, “Tell me about my future because I could definitely see you in it.”
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