I fumbled about with my phone, waiting. She was going to be late, but I was always early. Damn nature and nurture. Or is it nurture and nature? What the hell, man. Concentrate.
She went to Northern Illinois. She got a degree in English and is currently working as a barista. God, what a stereotype.
It's ok, get out of your comfort zone.
Ok, I think that's her. Is that her? No, no. The picture of her didn't look like that. I am way too overdressed for this place.
And I hate tea. Why did I get tea? Should I have waited to order? Damn it.
"Hey."
Shit! It's her.
"Hello."
Fuck, do I go for the hug, handshake? Oh ok, we are awkwardly sitting down. God, this has the grace of a child cutting a birthday cake with a chainsaw.
"So, I see you made it here in one piece," I am fucking lame.
"Ha ha, yeah. Traffic was killer though. I will be right back, I am going to get something to drink."
"O...ok."
What in the hell. I apparently have the speech capabilities of a cat eating grape jelly. Just tripping over my tongue here.
"And I'm back."
"Wow, that was quick."
"Yeah, I use to work here, so I know some of the people."
"Oh cool..."
Yeah, way really cool.
"So, tell me about you."
Tell you about me? Where to begin? I think the air should at least be cleared here.
"About me? Man, it's been awhile since anyone has asked me that..."
Trivia.