#mayvers

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The bar May had suggested is only mildly scuzzy, but the glasses were clean, so Alex settles herself on a bar stool, orders a beer, and waits.

She’s about halfway done and feeling considerably less tense when there’s a light touch on her shoulder, and she turns, face to face with the woman who had consumed her thoughts for the last week. She’s dressed in black again, but this time it’s a tight v-neck shirt and jeans that hug her hips.

“Hey,” her lips curve at Alex’s greeting, and she settles in beside her.

“You look nervous,” May observes, an eyebrow cocked, and Alex swallows another sip of beer before she answers.

“I’ve never...done this,” Alex admits, fingers fiddling with the label of her beer with shaking fingers. “I mean I don’t even know your last name-”

“It’s May,” she interrupts, and Alex looks up at her. “My last name is May. My first name is Melinda.”

“That’s pretty,” Alex says before she can help it, and it draws a small, soft smile from Melinda. “Well, Melinda, can I buy you a drink?”

“I’ll have what you’re having,” Melinda leans a little closer, and Alex’s eyes flick down to her mouth moments before she’s kissing her. It’s short, but leaves Alex reeling, and she gasps softly when their lips part.

She holds her empty bottle up, catching the bartender’s eye, and motions for two more. Melinda smirks, sitting back a little, and Alex clears her throat.

6. meeting at a coffee shop au

Alex is running late. Supremely late.

Her sister, Kara, was very likely tapping her foot in overexcited irritation at the dress shop, arms folded as she obsessively checked the time on her phone. They were looking at wedding dresses tonight, and she was supposed to already be there.

She looks at the queue for the coffee shop again, suppressing the urge to groan aloud and debating whether she really needed the coffee. It takes her about three seconds to confirm that, yes, she does need the coffee to survive Kara’s natural hyperness, so she sighs, dropping her shoulders and tilting her head back.

It takes another ten minutes for her to get to the front of the line- her order of “the biggest, blackest coffee you have” is met with a bored sigh from the barista, but she gives Alex her changes and looks expectantly to the person behind her.

“Large tea, two sugars, extra hot,” the woman stuns Alex- she’s got flowing black hair that almost gleams red in the light, and she’s dressed in tight black pants paired with a leather jacket and a shirt cut low enough that heat rises in the pit of Alex’s stomach. Her dark eyes flicker over to Alex, as though they can feel her gaze, and her lips curve into a smirk.

“Coffee for Alex?” the barista calls, and it takes Alex a second to pick her jaw up off the floor and turn to collect her coffee. She’s stirring extra sugar into it when, “Tea, May!” is called, and the woman grabs her cup.

She passes by Alex, and her voice is low and sultry and holy fuck she’s talking to me- “See you around, Alex,” she says, and she slips a napkin into the pocket of Alex’s coat before she’s out the door, the bell clanging behind her.

Alex slips the paper out, May’s number written in bold, black numbers, and she just stares at it for a moment, dumbfounded.

Her phone rings, forcing her back to the real world, and she picks it up, wincing at Kara’s highpitched noise of annoyance.

“Alex, where are you?? James and I are getting married in two months, I need a dress and I can’t pick one out without you here and Mom is getting annoyed!”

“I know, I’m sorry, I’m on my way now, I promise,” Alex says, shoving the note in her pocket and heading out the door, hailing a taxi that mercifully stops for her. She hangs up after assuring Kara that she’ll be there in ten minutes, and finds herself pulling the napkin out, staring at the numbers.