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He kept looking up from his book at her. She sat on the other side of the hall, in the leather arm chair, the teal one. She’d come in about half an hour ago, wearing a flowery top, the kind without sleeves and straps, and washed up denim shorts. The top was light and flimsy, and had a different colour for her breasts than for everything else. Unlike most others, he was hoping it wouldn’t fall off. He found it more erotic that it stayed there.

In her hand, she seemed to hold an old book, seemed like leather-bound. She seemed irritated about something, her nose was all crinkled. He figured it must be her hair; it kept falling onto her face. She pushed it back and picked up her drink. It was something he never thought she’d pick; apricot juice. But then again, she was so weird he never knew what she’d have ordered. A hat, a pen and scribblebook, (that seemed to have verse inside? He couldn’t tell) a ring (was she engaged?), her hand seemed to have a weird red tattoo, all the way from her tips to her elbow and a bag with a peace symbol on it. He’d not been able to fit her into any of the stereotypes. He at least wanted her to be a grouch; a leave-me-alone-I’ve-got-my-own-problems. But she defied him in all possible ways, smiled and chatted with the counter guy, smiled at strangers, played with the kids and then returned to her book.

She took a sip and as she replaced the cup on the table, a little drop found its way onto her bare skin, flowing down her chest. She didn’t seem to notice it. This is where he was surprised once again. With the same movement that she replaced the cup, she picked up her napkin and wiped herself off. Without a glance up from her book.

Through the crack of the book, he could see the cup of her breast. He could almost see her nipple poking through the fabric. Right then, a little strand of hair landed right where he was looking. He followed it up to her eye, when he noticed she was looking right at him. She raised her eyebrow, with a glint in her eye. He was sure he was blushing. It was a few awkward seconds he knew he was going to continue to relive for the next couple of days. He smiled and looked back into his book.