Coffee Date

She sat on the edge of her chair, waiting. She glanced out the window, then around the shop to make sure nobody knew how eager she really was.

Finally, she saw his car pull up and him hopping out of the driver's seat. She breathed a sigh of relief and sat back to make it look like she'd been doing something.

He walked towards the door with long strides. She couldn't help but notice how at ease he looked, as if he didn't have a care in the world.

She couldn't help but notice evrything about him, really. How his short brown hair was slightly mussed from practice, how he was wearing the high school football uniform that he wore oh-so-often. How his strong arms swung at his sides. Her lips tilted up at the sides.

He came in and started to scan the room. She waved and offered a small smile. He grinned widely and joined her, his eyes brightening.

"Hi," he said, taking a seat accross from her.

"Hey, how was practice?" She smiled back.

"It was good. We're getting better," he said and winked.

She flinched internally. He had said this every time now, and the team still lost almost every game.

"That's good to hear. So, I got us coffees," she said, pushing his toward him. He picked it up and downed it. He finished and slammed the cup on the table. She jolted in surprise, and then started to laugh. He laughed, too, and then spoke again,

"Oh, my goodness, have you heard the news about Profe Juane?"

"Omigosh, no! Wait, maybe. Zoe told me that..."

Their conversation was drowned out by the chatter, and then they were just a guy and a girl, having anormal conversation together in a coffee shop.