I was seriously just minding my own business. I was sitting in front of the coffee shop, the umbrellas covering me from the summer heat. It was so hot that day, oh my gosh, let me tell you, I don't really sweat that much, but this particular day in California, it was really hot. I already had just my tank top and shorts on, but I was uncomfortable. Why did I have to choose this day to do this paper? It was due tomorrow, yes, that was the reason. My aunt paid me to do her paper for her for $100. Cha-ching.
Anyway, back to minding my own business. I was reading through the short story about the elephant being shot. I forgot the name of this short story, but it was about Capitalism or something. I heard someone clear their throat and I looked up. She was wearing a white tank top, her blonde hair on a braid, and she had jean shorts on. It was hot, but she looked fresh. I remember I asked myself if she was some hot goddess wherever. "Do you mind if I sit there for a bit?" she said, pointing to the seat in front of me. I looked to my side and sure enough there were no people, just us. I realized that it was the only seat left where there's shade. She was really pretty. I usually don't see all-american-looking girls in this part of California, but there she was looking like the perfect girl she was. Or lady. I think she's 19, but I was never good with guessing ages.
Anyhow, I said, "Yeah, sure." I was tryna sound cool and aloof, okay. That was me. That is me. "It's yours."
"Thanks." We were both smiling. I was trying to look nice now. People's first impression on me was that they thought I was some bitch or something because of my face when I don't smile.
Anyway, I started minding my own business again. Or not. I felt conscious. Was she looking at me while I was reading the book? I tried to look like I really focused on it, but all I could think of was her. My god, did she have blue eyes? Probably not, i'm near-sighted, so I couldn't really see clearly the color of her eyes. God, I wanted to look at her and talk to her, but i'm such a wimp. She cleared her throat again. "What are you reading?" I looked up to look at her. Eye-contact.
I told her the already-forgotten title of the short story. She said they used to have it, too, when she was a freshman. Oh shit, a bulb lit in my head. I knew that was a good conversation topic opening. "Are you a sophomore now?"
"I'm a senior at UC Berkeley." Damn, okay girl, I got to calm down. I assumed she was smart. She was pretty & smart. Wow, am I in love?
"Oh okay, how is it there?" I tried not to tell her that she must be smart just because she studies there. I think she might get annoyed by that, I don't know. Anyway, I notice that she was unbraiding her hair and I could see that it was getting really sexy there.
"It's okay. Nice people, but eh." she said with a slight shrug.
"What do you mean by eh?"
"Ahh, I don't know. Teachers are good, students are good, my grades are good. But I don't know." She was full of "I don't knows." Was she conflicted or something? Wow, is this your imperfectness, Ms. Berkeley? Well, when I asked myself that question, I realized that I still didn't know her name.
"Okay, Ms. I Don't Know." I leaned back to my seat, trying to relax and not seem too interested. She laughed. I felt good because I made her laugh. Is that an egocentric behavior? Maybe. She smelled so good. I don't know what it was, but it was sweet and fresh and sweet.
She giggled and introduced herself, finally. "I'm Kylie, by the way." Such a white name. By this time, her hair was fully down and it looked perfect. I appreciated how she was mostly the one talking first.
"God, you're hair's perfect. My name's Rizyl." I said reaching for her hand. I knew my hands were soft and smooth, so I felt confident about that handshake. Hers was soft, too, of course, good guess. Anyway, she thanks me for the compliment and asked me if I was going to stay here for long.
Honestly, I won't leave before she leaves. I don't know until when she's staying, but i'm just hoping she stays a little bit longer, you know. "Probably after an hour. But it doesn't really matter, i'll go home when I feel like it."
"Oh good, because i'm waiting for my friend. I think he'll be here in a bit." He? Friend? That information better be accurate, because I was going to cry if it's a boyfriend. Or a boy friend that will flirt with her, because he likes her. Okay, maybe i'm a little bit egocentric.?
"Alright, I can keep you company if ever." I said, reaching for the keyboard of my laptop. I was about to conclude my essay.
"Thank you, you don't need to though." She said, leaning on the table. She was looking at my laptop. What did she want? Wait, what should I say?
"Oh okay, bye, then." I said starting to stand up. Her eyes jolted from the laptop to my face. Oh my God. She was laughing. That actually work.
"Sit down!" She ordered, while laughing. Okay, she's got authority & her hair is bouncing and I just wanted to melt on it or something. I sat down and adjusted the laptop so that I could have a full view on her. I leaned on the table and sighed. She asked me if I needed help and I said that I wanted to do it on my own. "Okay, Ms. Independent."
"Mind your own business." I joked. I knew this was the easiest type of flirting. Being jokingly mean to people is somehow a good way to flirt. Well, it worked on me before. I just wished she'd get it. Well, she got it, because she laughed and slapped my arm. I told you it works. "Aww, what'd you do that for?"
"Oh my god," she laughed, "i'm sorry, it's just some kind of reflex or something. Did it hurt?"
"It did not, but that's not the point. You still hit me." And with saying that, I slapped her hand, because it was the nearest I could easily reach. We laughed. "Now, we're even."
"You're such an asshole."
"How am I the asshole?"
"Asshole!"
"You're mean."
"Asshole!"
"You're such a kid, Kylie." That was the first time I said her name. I liked saying her name. I was waiting for an opportunity to say it. We laughed again.
"Do you have your phone with you right now?" Of course I do, what century do you think we're in right now? Please ask for my number.
I took it out and put it on the table. "There."
"Well, genius, unlock it." And I did. She typed in something which I hope was her number.
"What are you doing?" She handed me my phone. I looked at it and there, in fact, was her name and number.
Kylie Jennings.
"Your name's like a pornstar name." She hit me again. Harder. But her laugh was harder, too.
"You're such an ass, really! Oh my god!"
"Seriously, if you don't stop hitting me and calling me bad words, I'll pull a Rihanna on you." She laughed again. I was euphoric. But she didn't hit me, instead she squeezed my arms. Please don't take your hand off me. Please please please please.
"Okay, i'm sorry. But call me, maybe." She giggled.
"Oh my god, did you just say that?" She laughed. I giggled.
"I will call you. Definitely. Orrrrr text?"
"Nooo, I like calls!"
"Me, too. Well, it depends. If it's the bank, then no, thank you, bye."
She laughed again. "That's so true!" Well we have something in common now? "Hey, I got to go." She was looking behind me and I see a tall guy walking towards us. He was smiling, but he was thinking who I might be probably. "Hey, Macki!" Such a white name.
"Shall we go?" He asked Kylie.
She didn't answer back, but she hugged me goodbye. She smelled so good. I still don't know what her scent is. I was never good at guessing scents anyway, too. "It's great meeting you. Thank you for today. Bye!" She said and she gestured for me to call her as they were walking away.
"Okay!"
"Tonight!"
Wow, she's making it easy for me. I'm going home now.
