Author's note: I plan on continuing the other story. I just felt like writing something else for once. These chapters will be like the title says. First Encounter between people. This will be like a one shot story between two people. Each chapter has his own characters. With these series, I hope to upload more frequently while still working on the other chapters of "Please Let Me Serve You" and the other few stories I have in mind. Thank you for reading.
It was Friday, 6:30 in the morning. And he was going to the nearby cafe for his usual. His hair black hair was made with wax. He had brown eyes. He wore his black tuxedo suit with white shirt underneath, a black tie, matching black trousers and oxford formal black shoes. He walked in and went straight to the cashier.
"Will it be the usual, Mike?" she asked.
"Yes, thank you."
"Alright one Ristretto. Coming right up."
"Thank you, Jemma."
He went and took a seat at one of the small wooden tables in front of the cash register.
"Jemma, I like how you repainted the walls."
"That's blood red." she answered while preparing the coffee.
"Well, it's bloody great, I say."
"I'm glad you like it. I think it turned out great, too."
She brought him the coffee. He took a sip and said:
"You make the best coffee in existence."
"Thank you for the compliment. I'm glad you enjoy it."
"I simply stated the truth."
"You want a discount or something?"
"No, of course not." he said and smiled.
"What's that on your cheek?" she said, pointing at a minor cut.
"Oh, this. It's nothing. I cut myself while shaving this morning."
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. A beautiful woman with long blonde hair, blue eyes that looked like they were contacts, beige suit, long beige skirt and matching leather stiletto heels walked in. Her nails were painted in transparent color. Her hair looked like she came from the hairdresser. It was shiny, and its volume made her hair bounce with every step she made. She had a little mole on her neck. He couldn't help but stare at her. She was a fine woman. But he snapped out of it, realizing how rude that might have been. He knew he wasn't a perfect gentleman, but he tried his best to be one. Even if that wasn't common nowadays. His phone buzzed. His friend Damien asked him if he wanted to go for a drink tonight. He wrote he may if nothing urgent came up at work. His phone then rang. Damien called him. He answered, but when he put his phone on his cheek, he accidentally turned the speaker on.
"Man, you'll die from overworking. Take a few moments to relax, for fuck's sake."
He immediately turned the speaker off. And turned towards the pretty woman:
"I apologise if I caused any inconvenience."
"It's alright, don't worry about it." she said and gave him a warm smile.
He smiled back and continued talking on the phone.
"Fine, I'll call you later tonight if I can. Bye."
He then hung up and put his phone on the table. Damien had a point. He had to go out and meet with more people, so that he can find himself a woman. He was already 32 years old. Jemma came and gave the woman her coffee, and she sat at another table next to him. When he finished his coffee, he paid his bill and said goodbye to Jemma. He then went home. The rest of the day was pretty boring. The same daily routines. He went to buy some groceries. Then cleaned up his three-room apartment and watched some TV. He went to grab a cigarette, but found he didn't have any.
"Well, let's go grab some more cigarettes from the shop." he said to himself.
He smiled. Where was the point in saying this out loud? There was no one to hear him. He was alone. Perhaps he really needed a change in his life. He changed his clothes. Not in a suit this time. He put on jeans and a t-shirt. He went out to the nearby store. It was around 9:30 P.M. He got a pack of cigarettes. And a new lighter. He wished the clerk a good night and went outside to light a cigarette. He filled his lungs with the smoke and exhaled it slowly. He noticed a man arguing with a woman.
"Come on, love. I know you want me."
"Mister, I suggest you leave me alone this instant. You're getting into my personal space." The woman said, monotonously.
"Stop pretending! Let's go somewhere we can be alone."
Mike thought to himself:
"I really don't want to get involved. But, I can't just leave them be. Can't he like... Go somewhere else? Damn, I just wanted to relax a bit. Fine, let's do this."
The man continued to hit on the lady. He seemed drunk. Mike threw his cigarette and walked towards them, saying,
"Mister, the lady has declined your company. Would you be so kind as to excuse yourself?"
"Go fuck yourself. Say another word and I'll beat you up." screamed the drunkard, his words barely understandable.
"Mister! I'll give you one last chance to go. Or I may be forced to resort to violence." he said and started walking slowly towards the drunkard. His eyes remained calm. His hands were steady, his steps heavy.
"Fuck you!" the drunkard yelled and ran away.
Mike couldn't understand what had happened. He thought they were going to exchange some blows after the drunkard had acted tough. But at least he wouldn't have to waste his time on him. He just didn't want to bother. Walking towards the lady, he regarded her. She was stunning. Long blonde hair that seemed like 24 carat gold. Eyes as blue as the sky. She wore a black leather jacket, tight white-blue jeans that contrasted her slim legs and small, round butt. Her 5' black leather heels had red sole on the front and the heel cap was enhanced by steel.
"Am I supposed to thank you now?" she asked, her voice unwelcoming.
"No. I didn't do it, expecting something in return. Are you alright?" he said like it was an everyday thing.
She gave him a long look and said.
"I'm fine."
"May I walk you to where you're headed?" he asked. "Just in case if that guy is still lurking around." He kept a straight face.
"Alright, I was going to go get myself a drink. You may come as well. My treat."
"You don't have to."
"I hate it when I owe someone. Now let's go."
Well, it seemed that she wasn't very polite; he thought to himself. But, whatever. Let's see how this goes. Maybe something interesting will happen. They walked towards the nearby pub. He didn't want to drink, but given the situation, it would have been rude to decline. He also felt strangely drawn to her. Like that moment when you like someone, so you want to know more about them. But that couldn't be it. Right? He had just met her. He wasn't the type to hit on a woman because she was attractive. He wasn't a philanderer. But somehow he wanted to know more about her. They walked towards the pub and she asked him,
"What is your name?"
She sounded uncaring.
"My name's Mike. But shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking for someone's name?" He realised what he had said and smiled, not wanting to make things awkward.
"Why do you think so?"
"I believe that's basic etiquette. You still haven't answered me."
"Well, your believes and mine seem to differ. I believe that a person should be measured by his worth. When he proves his worth. I may remember his name. And I mean both his worth to the world or to me." she said in a calm, even kind of indifferent tone.
There was a bit of a pause.
"You think I'm cold, right?" she said again monotonously.
He stared into her eyes as they bored into his. It was as like her eyes were calm, but they had something to them. Some kind of confidence, mixed with a cold expression and uncaring ness.
"It's true. I do believe that you were cold. But, I also agree with you. In the end I'm just a random person who you just met. You are not obliged to care about me or to sugarcoat your every word, considerate of my feelings."
She assessed him for a moment. Something like a little smile appeared on her face for a moment. But before he could be sure of it, her face switched back to being emotionless.
