Scene setting:
Coffee shop, Brooklyn | 7 AM
Coffee shops were sanctuaries for misunderstood writers, remote workers glued to their screens, bookworms deep in romanticising their lives, students who depend on caffeine to function, and hipsters who carried the scent of the coffee beans everywhere. This was a place for peace, but today, it was a very awkward date.
Tucked in a corner of the shop, sat 4 people, 3 girls, and a man with a grin that could piss you off on a good day.
"So... I'm guessing you like the muffins?" He asked, eyes darting between the 3. Sitting across from him, Bobbi sat with her arms crossed, a bit of crumbs on her lips. Jane was just staring at him, eating the muffin like a form of seduction, the poor waiter left with her face red as a tomato, and Faith had her mouth full like a chipmunk lost in gluttony. Bobbi was the first to respond, "Don't think muffins and cheap coffee make up for the fact that you kidnapped my sister."
"Kidnapped is a strong word...I prefer to be swept to the safety of her home." He quipped back like it made her statement any better.
She rolled her eyes at his response, reaching for another muffin. "Either way, you're a creep."
"Boooo~I want more muffins." Jane teased. Somehow, all 10 of the muffins on the plate were finished, and all that remained of evidence was the crumbs that decorated the plate.
His eyes were on Jane's smirk, and the raise of his eyebrow was a split decision to give in to her game or ignore it. He chose neither. Turning to the direction of the till, "Can I get another order if the muffin tower?" He called out.
Bobbi was in shock at him casually ordering another 30-dollar order. She pointed at him, voice rising, "Hey! Don't think buying us muffins makes you entitled to anything with us. Bobbi warned. "Especially you, Faith. Don't let ur rom-com fantasies lead you to whatever he wants."
"Bobbi! Why the hell would you say that out loud?" Faith yelled, her freckles burning up like a ripped tomato. The other occupants were watching the spectacle like peeking at TV.
Bo chuckled softly to himself, "Y'all are a lot honest."
"You'll get used to it," Jane added.
"Jane, don't encourage his delusions." Bobbi reprimanded her.
Laughter filled up their booth, and the 4 continued the morning talking about the subway loons, persistent cab drivers, and the infuriating New York accent.
The group filtered out the door, coffees in hand. The breeze touched their skin, a reminder of the ever-busy city.
Bo leaned over his SUV, hands in his pockets, calm as ever." Can I give you a ride or is Bobbi gonna slam me again before calling a cab?" Bo joked.
Jane shook her head, hugging her shoulders as the cold was setting in. Faith is still observed in her music, gave him a shy glance, hands behind her back, and her foot smearing the pavement like an anime girl. Bobbi to the surprise of everyone didn't immediately lash out, but turned her head to the plants by the windows, "A ride would be nice...I won't be slamming now, the cappuccino saved ur ass." She said.
Bo just smirked at her reply, reaching for his keys and twirling them on his index finger,"Get in before Bobbi changes her mind."