“So, what are you saying?” he wondered.
“I haven’t really said anything yet.”
“That means there’s still a possibility of you saying yes.”
“There’s an equal possibility of me saying no,” she quickly added, but it was obvious that they were both having fun.
Right now, he wasn’t his usual jackass self and he was almost cute. Almost.
“How about this?” he suggested. “Agree to a coffee. Just one coffee. It’s a few sips, right? Maybe fifteen, twenty minutes of your time?”
He kept wondering out loud, as if he was just talking to himself and she caught herself nodding, curious to hear more.
“If by the end of that time you still think I’m a jackass, you can just throw away that paper cup, walk away and I’ll never bother you again.”
“You promise?” she asked that so quickly, that they both burst out laughing.
It felt good to laugh at something together. It was a strange kind of unity she rarely felt with anyone else.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he said it, crossing his heart with his index finger.
“You won’t leave me alone until I say yes, will you?”
“No, not really,” he chuckled.
“Before I say yes,” she seemed to think of something, “why me?”
“What do you mean?” he didn’t understand.
“I mean, I’m no Miss Universe. I’m just a regular girl, nothing fancy about me.”
“If that’s all you see, then you really need to readjust your prescription,” he smiled, and despite all her conscious efforts, she blushed.
“So, we got a date?” he asked, hopefully.
“It’s not a date,” she corrected him.
“A friendly get together?” he wondered.
“We’re not friends,” she shook her head again.
“Acquaintances getting to know each other?”
“Bingo.”
They laughed again and she was stunned how easy it was to laugh with him, how effortless, how natural. But, this was only when he wasn’t being a jackass. She wondered if he could be like this all the time.
“When do you want to do this?” she enquired.
“Now?” he shrugged his shoulders.
“Now?” she eyed him, then his friends, who weren’t really paying any attention to them, then back at him. “Aren’t you busy with your friends?”
“No, not really.”
“Just a quick coffee?” she wanted to confirm.
“Just a quick coffee,” he repeated.