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La Verita
I am a half kuwaiti/half american girl living in Kuwait. I am perpetually suspended in the granite hollow that fills the space between two worlds... Not quite who I am, not quite who I want to be... Cat-lover, poet, music-nut. I currently hold a PHD in both BS and Smartass. In short, I pitch my tent in the median of life..


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Saturday, October 15, 2005
Coffeehouse Encounter of the Maddening Kind...

'Guys are good for nothing...' Aaliyah thought as she passed the slew of adolescent boys lingering outside the Co-op. Every time she passed them on her way to the coffeehouse, they inevitably directed a sexual innuendo her way. She honestly could not figure it out. It wasn't like she was wearing a mini-skirt and tube top! She was dressed somewhat conservatively in a blue button down blouse, jeans and flip flops. She shook her head in disgust and made her way up the steps into the coffeehouse.

Nassir was drowning in a book about the Knights Templar which had been recommended to him by a book-wormish friend. He found the history interesting even if the writing style was a little on the dry side. He looked up from his seat in the middle of Starbucks upon sensing movement at the door. His breath caught in his chest. 'Oh, shit! It's her.' He thought, picking up the heavy hardback and pressing his face into it, much too close for anyone to be able to read. He waited a few seconds and then peaked around the edge of the book. It was her. He didn't think he would ever see her again, although in hindsight, he realized it was pretty much impossible to only run into someone once in Kuwait.

'Well, that's pathetic.' She thought to herself as she strode up to the counter. She had seen him from the other side of the door as she had been walking up the steps. She also saw him hide behind his book as soon as he had seen her. She couldn't believe how sad some guys were. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind, ordered her drink, paid for it and proceeded to have a long conversation with the barista making her cup about the kinds of beans they use for their coffee.

'Shit! I am such a loser.' Nassir thought, putting his book back down on the table. He snuck a peak at her from the corner of his eye. She was engrossed in conversation with the barista about something. Her subtle confidence and mind-numbing fluidity just floored him. She was unlike any woman he had ever seen in his life. She seemed to move with a grace and purpose that commanded the room. She was, in a word, mesmerizing. She finished her conversation, picked up her drink and moved to the condiments bar. He lifted the book up off the table and held it up in front of his face, although, at a more reasonable distance this time.

She shook the sugar into her drink and stirred it in, all the while watching him buried in his stupid book. Why wasn't he looking at her? She had felt him looking when she was waiting for her drink, but now he seemed genuinely absorbed in his book. She didn't know what it was about him that intrigued her, but she was intrigued nonetheless. She stole a glance at the title... 'The Templar Revelation: Secret Guardians of the True Identity of Christ. Interesting.' She thought to herself as she replaced the cap on her drink.

His eyes scanned the page he was on, but took in nothing of value. He was unconsciously or deliberately paying attention to her every move. He felt her finish up at the condiments bar and move towards the door. She passed in front of him and seemed to hesitate for a nano-second. He held his breath and looked over the top of his book to find that she had suddenly materialized at his table.
"It's dry, right?" She said to him with a straight face.
"Excuse me?"
"The book." She replied, nodding towards his hands for added emphasis.
"Oh! Yeah... a little... Have you read it?" He asked, silently amazed that he was actually having a conversation with her. She remained silent for a moment following his question, then she cocked her head to the side and said...
"Check out 'Holy Blood, Holy Grail'... It's more fluid." She gave him a smile, turned around and walked out the door.

And just like that, the conversation was over.

When it's over, is it really over?



I can relate to the whole story, up until she started the conversation!
Hehehe...wish it were that easy to start a conversation. I want to know what happens next time they run into each other :)

hehehehe well I'm thinking up the next one... so we'll see what happens.. :) Thanx for the comment tho! :D
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