Two of a Kind ch 2A Chapter by PotterLynda needs help. Will Kevin be able to help her, or is he a trap?
I can't believe that just
happened, but the evidence is clear. The man stands staring disbelievingly at
the coffee dripping from his neck and to his black leather jacket. When I fell
and created this mess it looked like he was caught between wanting to catch me
and wanting to step out of the way. He wasn't quick enough.
“Oh, God.” he gasps, “That’s
cold!” He grabs a napkin from a nearby table and starts to wipe down his shirt,
all the while grimacing. My ice coffee was certainly an eye opener for him.
I can only stare wide-eyed and
squeak out something that is meant to sound like, "I'm so sorry." I
sound more like a chipmunk than like a grown woman. Setting my cup on the
table, I remove more napkins from the dispenser and hand them to him. I'm not
staying here a moment longer. People are starting to stare. I turn for the door
again, but then he starts talking to me.
“What’s your hurry?" He asks
surprisingly.
I finally take a moment to see
the man in question. He is about thirty years old. He seems kind, handsome, has
dark features, a masculine face, and looks like he could star in a major motion
picture. And he’s nice!
An uncomfortable silence begins.
Why do I have to look at him? No, I should stop, staring is not polite.
Besides, I can't concentrate when I know he's looking at me. Why isn’t
he mad at me?
Dropping my gaze, I explain,
"I, um. There's - there's no hurry. I just...there's this, uh, thing,
important thing. I um, have to go...to." Yeah, great lie Lynda, great lie.
Does he buy it? I look up. He's smiling; he doesn't believe me. I can't take
it! So in one big burst I blurt out, "I would buy you a new leather coat,
but I can't, I'm broke, my bank account has zero dollars in it, I have no money,
and I'm this close to being one of those pathetic homeless people who
live in jail because they have no place else to go, but I can't go to jail, I
just can't!"
“Don’t worry about the coat. I’m
not. It’s fine, just a little liquid. What’s your name?” After a moment of
awkward silence he says with a grin, “My name is Kevin. I’m a computer
programmer and pleased to meet you.”
He is so calm about it. I
thought people in big cities were supposed to be mean and scary. This is
refreshing. "I'm, uh..." Do I give a real name or a fake one? A real
one would be easier for me to remember. "Lyd - " Wait, he can
actually be an undercover cop for all I know! "
"Lyd-brittany?" he
asks with a smile.
I laugh. It comes out more
nervous sounding than intended. "Yeah. Lyd-brittany. My mom wanted
~Kevin~
“Liddy, you look like you need a
ride somewhere. True?” I can’t help but be intrigued by this pretty, needy,
albeit distraught young lady.
"Uh yeah, actually. How did
you know?"
I can tell she needs a ride since her shoes are
wet, she looks tired, and I have been watching her since she walked in and I
didn’t see her park a car. This is my first
day off in several weeks and I really don’t have any plans for the day anyway.
“Do you trust strangers?” I ask. This banter
is kind of fun.
"I guess now would be a
good time to start since I’m kind of needy right now." she replies, a coy
grin creeps across her smooth, thin lips. Her voice is quiet when she asks,
"You're not a cop are you?"
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2 Reviews Added on June 21, 2012 Last Updated on June 26, 2012 AuthorPotterILAboutI'm Potter. I own a business and I work outside much of the day. I occasionally entertain the thought of being an author and actually finishing a book. I am here for the writing and not for.. more..Writing
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