Press was busy as usually. Mostly first shifters getting breakfast to go. There were at least 20 people in line checking their phones, looking annoyed that there were people in front of them. A few people were seated, most of them had laptops, there was one seating area by the window, big comfy chairs with a table in between, Harper gave Michael her order and went to sit down. He wanted to buy her a coffee he could endure that long line on his own.
Harper looked at Michael as he approached their seats. He was a handsome man but… she didn’t quite know what the but was however there was always a but.
So what type of work do you do?
And so it begins, I am a paralegal for Evergin and Wright.
I’m sorry, and so what begins?
The “script”. I find it boring and unoriginal, how in our society we always want to get to know people by asking what type of work they do. Most people don’t love their jobs, they have bills to pay so they work. A better question to ask is what do you enjoy? Then you may get a more fulfilling answer.
You’re a bit of a handful I see. So, what do you enjoy.
Sculpting and nature.
You sculpt, what medium?
Not really. I take pottery classes at the Cultural Arts Center and try to get out of the city one weekend a month to go hiking.
I think you are more interesting than me.
Why? What do you enjoy.
Music, I spend my weekends checking out local bands across the city. Lately that’s about it.
That’s not a bad thing. You act like you don’t like it.
It’s not that I don’t like it, I’m just thinking it’s not very creative.
Harper enjoyed talking to Michael, he was comfortable. She learned a lot about him in their twenty-minute chat. He was from a large family, he’d moved here to go to school but never went back home. He seemed to miss home. He had one child, a son, a teenager which made him way older than he looked, and he wanted to see her again. Harper wasn’t sure how she felt about that. It was one thing to think about going on a date, it was a whole other thing to actually commit to one.
So, would you like to have dinner sometime?
No, but I’ll meet you here at seven tomorrow for coffee.
Yea, I like coffee.
Harper stood to leave, her heart seemed to skip a beat. How could she be that interested in someone she had known less than an hour?
Thanks for the coffee and conversation. I enjoyed it.
Harper walked toward the door. She was sure she was sweating, and that her face was flushed, she’d tried to stay cool but…there’s always a but.