(Many thanks to orvette1 for his help in editing this story for me and for the very helpful tips.)
It was raining, not heavily by our usual standards; it was the wind that helped it along just enough to make people not even bother with the hope that an umbrella would protect them. Instead seeking refuge in a building they hadn't even thought to be in. David's choices were limited to one, the diner. Being a stranger in a city sometimes makes there choices for you. Sadly for him it seemed everyone else in the city had the same notion, by the time he got through the door the place was packed. The staff was rushing to cope with the new surge in business gratefully received from the rain.
David quickly counted his options as two, stand around and be served a take out, or rescue the lady. All the tables were now full, except one. A lady sat at a table for two. A big heavy set man was leaning on the back of the chair just about to pull it away from the table. He was going to sit on it, despite some rather loud and choicely worded comments from the lady. Even David had noticed the way the man was looking at the lady. Moving angles slightly, so he could have a look down the top of her dress. With a sigh he thought it best to rescue the lady regardless of his options.
He walked over to the table and also put his hand on the back of the chair, stopping it from moving any further away from the table; he looked squarely at the heavy set man. David could smell alcohol on his breath he had clearly not shaved in a few days and looked like he had lived in the clothes he wore. The man looked directly at David; who also made it clear with his look that he didn't like the competition for the seat or the lady.
David looked at the lady, but kept a very close eye on the man. "I'm sorry I'm late darling, there was some late negotiations on my UFC match tomorrow, my opponent's manager got worried when he found out I put my last opponent in hospital."
His grip was now tighter on the chair as he looked at the man, "well that's so kind of you, thank you."
The heavy set man paused, thought about his options, one screaming lady, and a man who had just put someone in hospital or stand by the counter, with his options dwindling by the second, his grip on the seat diminished and he walked to the counter.
David sat, looked at the relieved woman and smiled. "Judging by the look on your face, I assume he's gone."
The lady nodded and looked at him, he felt a little unnerved by her penetrating stare now, so he felt it best he say something. "Ok first I'm not a UFC fighter; I noticed the billboard just down the road so I figured he may have seen it as well. Secondly I'm here to get out of the rain and a coffee nothing more. I will read my papers and you do what you wish to, we don't even have to speak to each other."
She continued to look at him, then smiled, crossed her legs and said. "I gather by your accent your not from around here, British maybe?"
It was David's turn to smile, "Yes I started off life in England, been around a bit since then though."
Feeling more at ease now she said. "So Limey what brings you here?"
David smiled. "Gosh now there's a term I haven't heard in many years. Do you Americans still call us Brits that?"
At that moment the waitress arrived so he ordered a coffee and looked at the lady, the lady spent the next five minutes asking for a coffee, with low fat this and de-cafe that, served at this temperature with a chocolate covered whatever. David smiled to himself, what ever happened to just plain old coffee? It seems to have been murdered by society now. The waitress departed and they both looked closer at it other.
David smiled, "Please let's not go down the Limey route I would have to start calling you Yank and that's when things get rather silly don't you think? Call me David."
The woman held out her hand, "Abi."
Shaking her hand and also noticing the very firm grip for a woman, David said "Well Abi I did promise to leave you alone, so I'll shut up now."
David then reached into his pocket pulled out an envelope and started to read the contents. Abi was very quiet, his coffee and her creation arrived and he sat and sipped his way through his. David got the feeling he was being stared at, this made him look at Abi. She just sat leaning back against the chair, staring at him, her creation now cold on the table. He looked at her a quizzical look on his face.
"Forgive me for staring at you, I think you're odd." She said.
"Well I have been called worse so I'm sure I can live with that."
"Perhaps I should have said you're a contradiction. Do you mind if I try something on you?" She asked.
David was intrigued now, so he put the contents back into its envelope and then back into his pocket. He decided to bide his time so he caught the eye of a waitress walking by with a coffee pot in hand and she poured more coffee into his cup. He had taken his time; David felt the urge to tease Abi by making her wait before she could start whatever it was she wanted to say. It was fun for David, the rain had stopped now and the diner had all but emptied, pretty soon she would grow bored of him and leave so he could get on with life. He sipped his coffee and again turned his attention back to her.
She smiled at him, "That doesn't work you know, I know what your doing. You can only hold off the inevitable for so long. Ok let me see, I would put you at thirty two or thirty five tops, you're six feet tall, I would say you're a good 180 to190 pounds, but none of it looks like fat. Your eyes give little away about you, so I'm thinking you're of some kind of military guy."
David sat and stared, saying. "That's rather good, do you mind if I give it a try?"
Abi shrugged her shoulders and crossed her arms, still leaning against the back of her chair; she called the waitress over and took another five minutes to order herself another and totally different coffee creation. It was David's turn to smile; he had started to like this game and this lady and now she was making him wait. Abi eventually turned her attention back to him.
"Ok your name isn't Abi but I can live with that, after all were only ships passing on a very rain soaked afternoon. You were married but you've been divorced within the last two months perhaps and you have at least one child. I would say soaking wet you would weigh 130, age, thirty two tops. As a profession I would have to say lawyer and I would have to add somewhere in there ex army brat.