Long Time No See || Imogeli
The clock ticked tediously as time passed. The cafe was a bit busy. Lip-glossed girls gossiping in one corner about the whereabouts of an upcoming party---two uncomfortable teenaged boys wedged somewhere in between them. Eli Goldsworthy imagined that they were probably hoping to get something out of the female dominated outing. His sweating glass of coke had already managed to pool a ring on the surface of the table as he waited for Imogen Moreno to show up. In truth, he hadn't been there long. Time just had a way of trudging at the speed of a person immersed in a thick mud would. Slowly, with little progression. The raven-haired young man was unaware as to why his foot bounced impatiently. It had been awhile since he had seen Imogen. Of course he would be a bit antsy with anticipation when it came to hanging out with her. Although, this explanation did not sit well with the portion of his brain that supported morality. He had a girlfriend. A girlfriend was a girl that was not actually a friend at all---like Imogen was supposed to only be---and she happened to be busily chatting up some freshly-tailored executive as she pressed for answers that the interviewee may have originally planned to stay mum about. Probably doing so without a care in the world, not a chip on her shoulder. He may have even crossed her mind. Or, perhaps not. The two had been at odds as of late---and he was unaware of the cause. Or, maybe he was aware of the cause but chose to plead ignorance so that he would not have to be the one to finally sever the rope that bound he and Clare Edwards together. The rope that had moved its way from his wrist and shimmied up to his neck, giving it a good squeeze at this point. No, they definitely not what they used to be. There used to never have been an imagined rope at all. Their fingers laced together were the symbolic binding of the two. He knew he was wrong to ask Imogen to come out to see him. Although Eli was normally good at resisting things like peer pressure---he could not seem to refuse the temptation that was dangling itself in front of him. Temptation apparently had brown hair with a smile that would make the hardest of hearts melt into puddle in their chest cavities.
He was pulled violently from his thought process when he heard the ring of the bell above the doorway that indicated when someone was entering.
