She came over with a short skirt and thigh high socks, a hoodie covers what she has inside. I didn’t expect she would come. I was nervous and excited when I sent that text, but I didn’t expect she would agree.
I first met her at a cafe a couple months ago. I was frantically writing to meet deadline, she seemed leisurely enjoy her book. She was also wearing a skirt then, I don’t think there was a sock though.
I stroked up conversation just by asking her if the wifi was working for her. To be fair it was true that I couldn’t connect with either my laptop or my phone. She said it worked for her and ask me what the problem was. We exchanged a few words then I had to turn back to my keyboard. I couldn’t help but stealing glances toward her, hoping she would do the same. Our eyes caught a couple of times. I asked for her numbers before leaving the cafe. I walked out the door thrilled with the neat line of digits in my notebook.