Crave

2. Simona-2

I had time to kill before going to the bookstore. I decided to grab another cup of coffee and do a little people watching first.

Cameron Village was bustling, and even though it was only eight in the morning, finding a parking space near the coffee shop was difficult. I had two restaurants here, and while I could easily have parked behind either one, I ran the risk of an employee spotting me.

People thought I was outgoing, a social butterfly. It didn’t come naturally, but my job depended on it. I had to appear that way for my business. The reality was I preferred my own company. The hardest part of my day was being around others. Now I had the first day off I’d had in a couple of months and all I wanted was to be left alone.

Despite the morning chill, the patio of the coffee shop was full. Hipsters and housewives filled the space, segregating themselves almost in a straight line down the middle. Hopefully, a table would be easy to come by inside where it was warm.

Standing in line I noticed a lone empty booth in the back. I was hoping the people in front of me were getting their coffee to go when I felt a light touch on the small of my back. I snapped my head around and scowled. It was Greta, an employee who worked at the restaurant down the street.

“Greta, I’m sorry. I was deep in thought and you startled me. Good morning.” I grinned, hoping I hadn’t offended her.

“Good morning Simona, I’m surprised to see you here. You’re always working.” She dipped her head down as she spoke, looking up at the same time. Greta was a looker, but she was also an excellent employee. Totally off limits, and I wanted me-time today.

“Ah, Greta, even I get a day off every once in a while.” I murmured.

Keep it short, don’t allow her more time than necessary.

“I needed my caffeine fix, and when I saw you come in, I wanted to say hello. I have a table on the patio. Do you want to join me?” She lifted her chest, looked me dead in the eye, and smiled. I bit my lower lip, amazed at her brazenness.

You’re barking up the wrong tree. I have no type, no interest in you or anyone else for that matter. On the rare occasion I have my physical needs met, it’s not with anyone I know, much less work with.

“Well, unfortunately I have errands to run, so I’m getting mine to go. Thanks for asking.” I was now in front of the barista who waited for my order. I had really wanted to stay, but if I did, it would be rude if I didn’t join her.

“Oh, well, um, some other time I guess. See you later, Simona.” Greta surprised me with a hug, a bit longer than was appropriate. Watching her walk away, it struck me that maybe I should have joined her. I shook the thought out of my head and ordered my usual black coffee and left. Greta waved as I walked by. I smiled, escaping before someone else could stop me.