'She is hella-banging fine.' He thought to himself as he got in line behind her at Starbucks. He had never believed in love at first sight, lust yes, but not love. And yet, here he was feeling an unanticipated tightening in his chest, rather than his loins. She was a Greek goddess if ever there were one. Tall, graceful and finely tanned. Her jet black hair hung in a soft fall down to the center of her back. She looked like everything he had never been nor could ever hope to be. Sophisticated, worldly, experienced to his scruffy, yokel-esque existence.

She could feel his eyes on her as she ordered her latte'. She was accustomed to this sort of attention from men. And yet, it never ceased to amaze her how painfully predictable they were. She glanced over her shoulder at him as the barista called out her drink. He was cute, in a Johnny Knoxville-I-kick-a**-and-you-don't-even-know-it sort of way, but she had no illusions what-so-ever that he would be any different than all the other guys who ogled her everywhere she went.

'Should I say something?' he thought, fiddling with his keys as he watched her reach into her purse for her wallet. Suddenly, she looked over her shoulder at him, as if she could somehow hear what he was thinking. She locked eyes with him and his fingers released. It was the purest reflex he had ever had. She gave him a half-moon smile and turned to pay for her drink. By the time he had picked his keys up off the ground and straightened up, she was moving over to the pick-up area. 'Smooth, Nassir. Real Smooth.' He thought stepping up to the register.

She stood watching the barista make her drink. Her eyes drifted over to him. He accepted his drink and paid for it simultaneously. 'He's a regular.' She thought, inadvertently raising an eyebrow. He didn't even look at her as he turned around and walked to the condiments bar. She accepted her drink and followed suit. She slid up to his left, she felt him flinch a little and she knew she had him. It was almost too easy. She reached across his body for the brown sugar, giving him another one of her pearly crescent smiles. He cracked a smile this time, backing up to give her some room. "Excuse me." She said sweetly, turning over the sugar packets and stirring her drink. "You smell heavenly." He replied. She stopped stirring and turned to look at him. He just stared at her, wide-eyed. His face was changing colors rapidly, like a fast-forward sunset. She smiled deviously and licked the foam off her swizzle stick. Without saying a word, she replaced the cap on her drink, picked up her purse and walked out of the coffeehouse.
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Second Encounter coming soon....

Layla

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