She looks deep into my eyes, tapping the tip of her blade-like fingernail on the table in patterns that can only be morse code. I don’t understand morse code and that gets me even more excited than her devious smile and chin-length black hair. I’m fascinated by mystery. The tapping stops and she tilts her head quizzically, as if she expects me to give her an answer. My eyes flutter around the room as I begin to suffer an internal panic. A finger pokes me repeatedly in the spine and I feel myself inching closer and closer to the edge of the cliff, a few pebbles crumbling and falling completely out of sight. What did she ask? What am I supposed to say? I hear myself swallow a brick and hope to the God I’m not even sure exists that she isn’t picking up on my severe discomfort. To my advantage, our waitress stops and tops off my coffee.
“Thank you,” I say to the waitress as I pretend to look at her. She continues on to the next table and I mentally thank her for buying me a little extra time.
A soft, pleasuring sensation crawls up my body as I feel her foot caress my leg. I look back into her eyes and she squints, leaning forward, still expecting an answer. The second hand on my wristwatch sits frozen as I take a sip of my steaming black coffee…
The second hand ticks and I begin speaking at a breakneck pace, but I have no idea what I’m saying. She leans closer and closer, her purple v-neck shirt lowering to reveal her lacy black bra. Her eyes travel across my face in an erotic triangular motion. I may not have a clue what I’m saying but there’s no denying it’s full of passion. We make love on a rainy day while the whole world sleeps in tranquility. Her radiant green eyes sparkle as her soft, smooth hands melt into mine.
I stop speaking and immediately begin laughing in a post-apocalyptic denouement. I shake my head with a big, glorious grin and take another sip of my coffee, looking out the window at the passing traffic. God damn life is good.
After a few moments of staring out the window I look back across the table at an empty booth. I down the last of my coffee with a single swig and call the waitress to bring me my check.
