I walked into Starbucks arm-in-arm with my best friend, Tay. We were cracking up about some guy who tripped and spilled his drink leaving the place. Poor dude.
"Let's sit in the back. I'll order our drinks." I said. Tay nodded and wandered away. I walked up to the back of the line.
I had my light brown, almost dirty blonde, hair pulled up in a messy bun. My fringe swept across my forehead. I had on my Wkshp Olmec tee, light wash shorts, and my brown leather thong sandles. A lovely summer look.
I waited for what seemed like forever until I could finally order.
"Here." I said, handing Tay her drink.
"Well that took forever." Tay huffed.
"What?! Did you SEE that line?!"
Tay just shrugged and took a sip of her coffee. Sometimes she was a pain, but I loved her anyway.
I leaned back in my chair and just watched the people around me. Not in a totally stalkerish way, just observing. I do that a lot. By now I was leaning really far back in my chair and it was resting on its back legs.
"Make sure you don't fall..." Tay was saying, but I ignored her because the door suddenly opened.
A tall guy walked through. He was wearing a white t-shirt that had a black headphone design on it, dark grey jeans, and black converse. I couldn't see his eyes because he had black aviator glasses on. His hair was a medium-dark brown and straight, layered, and slightly messy looking. Like he rolled out of bed and just ran his fingers through it, sweeping his fringe out of his eyes.
He had a crooked smile that looked like a permanent smirk, and adorable laugh lines. He strolled up to the back of the line with his fists in his pockets. He was just...attractive. Plain and simple. I watched him wait in line, order, wait some more and start to walk over to an empty table. I couldn't get my eyes off of him. I heard my name being called. I ignored it and continued to watch the mystery guy. When suddenly my chair leaned too far over and collapsed, with me going with it. I gasped as I hit the ground. "Scar!" Tay got up and rushed over to me.
"Scarlett are you okay?!" She said helping me up.
"I'm fine." I muttered, utterly embarrassed.
"Thank god you weren't holding your coffee or it would've gotten everywhere!"
I quickly scrambled back onto my chair.
"Shit, imagine..." I looked down, trying to hide my bright crimson cheeks. Tay poked my hand and I looked up. She leaned close and whispered "Some guy keeps looking in our direction." "What?" I whispered back. "Mhmm look yourself, I think he likes you." I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw the same guy I was watching before looking at ME.
"Oh my god." I said quickly to Tay.
"He's definitely checking you out!"
"He's still looking over here?"
"Yes!" I sighed and started to drink my coffee again.
"What are you doing?! Go ask for his number!"
"Tay are you crazy?"
"You haven't had a boyfriend in months and I hate seeing you so lonely."
"What? I'm not lonely..." Yes I am. I'm extremely lonely. Tay's a great friend and all but it'd be nice to have a guy to hold hands with...to kiss...
"Come on, Scar. What...are you chicken?" Tay said sarcastically.
"No I'm not. And to prove it I WILL go talk to him." Without waiting for a reply I stood up and started to walk over to the guy. When he saw me coming he quickly looked down.
I walked right up to him and stuck out my hand. He slowly looked up. Then shook my hand.
"Hey, I'm Scar. Scar Emerson"
"Mr. Chris Kendall." He smiled. Chris had a northern accent, which was slightly tinted with some Scottish twang. Similar to mine.
"Mind if I join you?"
"No, course not." He motioned to the empty seat across from him. I sat down and crossed my legs.
"Your name's very pretty by the way." Chris said. I smiled.
"Why, thank you, Mr. Chris Kendall." He laughed.
"Is it short for Scarlett? Or are you one of those people who cringe at the sound of their full name?" I giggled.
"No, Scarlett's fine. Sometimes I actually prefer it."
"Nice. So are you from around here?"
"No, I grew up in Harrogate, hence my northern accent. But I moved to London a few years ago and I'm living in a flat with my bestfriend.
"That's strange, I'm from Harrogate, too." Chris said in a very emphasized and humorous strong northern accent.
"Really?" I said with a giggle.
"Yes but I'm living here now. Alone." Chris shrugged and took a sip of his coffee.
"I saw you fall, by the way." Chris smirked.
"Oh god, you did?"
"Yeah and it looked like it hurt a lot." He laughed.
"Hey! It did!" I said jokingly.
"Right, right. Are you okay?"
"Never felt better." I smiled and Chris returned it. God that smile...
"Is that your room mate over there, the one staring at us?" He lowered his voice. Sure enough, Tay was grinning at us. I laughed.
"I'm so sorry about that."
"It's fine...Scaaarrleett." He annunciated my name and I giggled. He was really funny. I wondered what his eyes looked like. And as if Chris was reading my mind, he took his sunglasses off and placed them on the table. His eyes were a brilliant dark hazel, a beautiful mix of green and chocolatey brown.
"You're eyes aren't bad yourself." Chris winked. I blushed. I had light green eyes with just the tiniest hint of blue.
"It's like you're reading my mind. And thanks." I smiled.
"No problem." Chris smiled his crooked and adorable smile and I started to feel tingly inside.
"So, Scar, tell me. What do you do for a living?"
"I'm an artist." I said proudly. He nodded.
"What kind of art do you do?"
"Whatever really. Painting, sketching, pottery, crafts. I've dabbled in animation, which I want to do more of. But I think my speciality is painting."
"That's really cool." Chris sounded genuine.
"What about you?"
"Well, it's hard to explain." He shrugged, "I guess I'm technically unemployed if we're talking traditional jobs." He stressed on the word 'traditional'.
"Oh." I didn't ask more, even though I wanted to.
"Where are you working? I mean, how do you make a living with your talents?" I laughed at the word "talents" and Chris smiled.
"Right now I'm teaching local art classes. I want to save up some money and rent a professional studio. And hopefully I can do customized things, like portraits and stuff."
"Maybe you can show me some of your artwork sometime." Chris leaned forward and rested his head on his right palm. I grinned.
"Oh yeah, sure." Before he could say anything, his phone started ringing.
"I'm sorry." Chris said, checking to see who was calling, "I need to get this."
"Hello?" Chris said into the phone, "right now?...I thought I didn't have to be there for another half hour?...why do you need natural light?...I'm at Starbucks with a friend." Chris winked at me and I blushed. Gosh why was I blushing so much? I NEVER blush! "Well...yeah okay...yeah you're right, since we have a lot to do...alright, Jesus, I'll see you in a couple minutes." Chris hung up and sighed.
"Well, I'm a needed man, what can I say?" Chris said lightly.
"Oh..it's okay." I said, trying not to sound too disappointed. Chris then ripped off a piece of napkin.
"Do you, um, have a pen?" Chris asked, slightly embarrassed. I laughed and handed him my phone.
"It's easier this way." He smiled and typed his number in.
"Call me, maybe?" Chris said sarcastically, referencing the song.
"Of course." I giggled.
Chris smiled and got up, putting his sunglasses back on. Man, he looked so good in them.
"Well, this is it for now, milady." I laughed and smiled.
"Hope to see you soon." He ruffled his hair a bit.
"Same with you, Chris." He grinned and with that, he was gone.
I smiled and pulled out my phone, to see what name he put his number under. I laughed out loud.
"Mr. Apparently Attractive Hazel Eyes(;"
I stood up and walked back over to Tay. She was beaming.
"That looked like it went really well! And you even got his number!"
"I know, it's insane, who knew I had it in me?" I said sarcastically.
"Shut up! You know, you should've seen the way he looked at you every time you looked down." I raised a brow and Tay nodded.
"Maybe we can double date sometime. Me and Rob and you and Chris." She winked. Tay had been dating Rob for a little over five months. And they were such a cute couple.
"Come on, lets go." I said, rolling my eyes. She laughed and we walked back out to my car.