Coffee
“You put honey in your coffee?”
“It’s instant! I need to add something with more kick, you know?” A thin breeze flowed along the side walk, pushing along leaves in the early October air, swirling around Zarias thick winter boots. The pom-pom on her tuke bounced as he tilted her head back, dumping the dark coffee down her throat, continuing to walk along the pavement with her newly meet blonde companion on her left. Clydiscope’s white ankle boots crunched on some leaves as she skipped along, making new friends is always such an enjoyable time for her and just starting college left her scooping up people in conversations left and right.
Even little things like coffee were such a good conversation starter, and now Clydiscope was really invested in this girl, who had just introduced herself as Zaria a minute before. Immediately Clyde could tell she was cool, not just from the hoodie and gloves, but from the neck tattoo she could almost see and the nose piercing she completely could. Plus a coffee order that seemed blasphemous? Sign Clydiscope up as interested in this chick, and not just as a friend. Now out of the house Clyde could start dating and Zaria seemed like just the gateway drug her mother was always spouting warnings about, but in all the best ways.
That, or Clydiscope was just easy to impress by doing anything out of the total norm. Her mother was a cop turned nurse and her older sister was military showstopper, she grew up surrounded by upstanding citizen awards and praise for being such a well behaved child. Zaria alluded a confidence in herself that her older sister had and then some. She walked with confidence, drank her weird coffee with confidence, and screamed to everyone who passed by ‘I am here and you’re not changing that’.
It was everything Clydiscope loved about bad boys in films, the skater boy they sing about in music, and bad influences they warn about in PSA’s, all wrapped up in what Clyde though was the perfect visual package.
“You and I should get coffee some time! I would love to see the look on a baristas face when you ask for honey in a black coffee.”
“well well, forward much! Take me out to dinner first.”
“How about my number to start?”
