I know it's a bit short, but I was trying something new. Hope you enjoy it.
I sipped my coffee on this warm evening, sitting just inside the entrance to the cafe, called The Library.
I relaxed, looking at the women walking by or lounging around inside on the sofas, reading books from the bookshelves that gave the cafe its name.
Then I saw her.
White linen pants and jacket. Black silk shirt with a white tie and, pleasingly, no bra. Comfortable, but alluring, heels. And crowning the short dark hair that was swept just to the side was a small red...cap? Beret? Fez?
She took out a cigarette and lit it with a minimum of motion, her eyes seemingly seeing everything, but unconcerned.
She almost seemed not to inhale. As if the cigarette was just another part of her look, like her stud earrings, her ruby red lipstick and her smoky eye shadow, which really made her wide eyes pop.
I leaned forward involuntarily, my body betraying my inner thoughts. I was usually calm and unruffled. But her...she was something different.
She sat down at my little table with a soft ease. She made no eye contact at first, but glanced around in a supremely confident way.
When she did turn her attention to me, she spoke with what sounded like a European accent.
"You're very pretty." She said, leaning back to gauge my reaction. I'd had my hair done recently and I knew my makeup was on point, so I was fairly confident of my looks. Still, it was a nice compliment.
She was good. Very good. She was taking control of the situation and although it was usually me who did that upon first meeting an attractive woman, I was enjoying this.
"Thank you," I said, feeling almost shy for some reason, "I can say the same of you."
She leaned forward, laying her hand upon mine. It felt warm and soft.
"My name is Janette. I think playing games is not something you have time for, correct?" She was a bit forward. But I liked forward. I liked her look. I liked her.
I waited a beat before answering.
"I'm April. And I always say, why beat around the bush when you know what you want?"
She smiled. Her teeth were white and perfect and her eyes seemed to light up.
She stood up, taking my hand gently, "Come."
It was just a word, but it sounded like both an invitation and a command. I suppose it was both, really.
Outside was her motorcycle. It was big, black, sleek and looked powerful. She gave me a small helmet and, with my arms wrapped around her body, we careened off into the night. I don't recall much of the ride. Just sensations.
Her smell. Her muscles moving under my arms as she turned this way and that.
