It was a normal day. Everyday for as long as you could remember had been a 'normal day', so why would this one be any different?

It was while you were stuck in your own head that you finally noticed her. She stood silently to your left maybe two inches taller than you looking the very definition of the words casual, confident, and stunning. She wasn't wearing anything fancy; just a hoodie and skin tight jeans, both of which were in muted colors. You might have not noticed her at all if it wasn't for the almost crimson color of her hair. Had you really been that out of it to not see or hear this gorgeous woman just appear next to you? Ok, stop it! You mentally chastised yourself before trying to casually turn around and look like you hadn't just been gawking at this woman. A moment later your coffee was set on the counter and you were free to make your retreat.

Dropping into a chair you whipped out your phone to check your email, hissing as you absentmindedly scalded yourself with coffee. It was both a relief and an annoyance to see that you had no new messages. On the bright side it meant you could probably call off early for the day, on the bad you worked on commission… with a sigh your eyes casually scanned the room hoping to find some form of distraction. It wasn't all that surprising when they settled on the alluring red head from before. She sat only a few tables away, eyes trained on a tablet in front of her, casually sipping her coffee without even the slightest hint of a wince. Of course, someone as perfect as her probably never scalds herself with coffee… you thought while absentmindedly running your now burnt tongue over the roof of your mouth.

Your mind wandered as you continued to observe the red headed beauty before you. Just sitting there she gave off a presence of casual superiority. Back straight, legs crossed elegantly, her attire on you would have screamed just rolled out of bed but on her it looked like she'd just walked off a movie set. Watching her made you suddenly aware of your own posture and you quickly sat up straighter.

Just because she looks perfect doesn't mean that she is… she's a human, she has flaws! …I mean… somewhere… Staring at someone was already considered rude but staring at someone while purposely looking for faults? …maybe the fact that you couldn't seem to find any would cancel it out… Maybe it's an internal flaw… Like a health condition or she's crazy! Yep, gotta be it. No one can be perfect externally and internally! She's probably crazy! …Says the woman sitting here staring at her… You involuntarily made a face as you mentally berated yourself. It was at that exact moment that two impossibly sharp green eyes met yours. Your body overheated as you quickly looked away, it had only been for a second but you felt like her eyes could read your soul.

Daring a quick glance back up you saw her still watching you; seeming to be picking up on and memorizing every detail about your person. Yep, time to go be creepy somewhere else! God, how embarrassing… She probably gets looks all the time and here I am just flat out staring at her when all she wanted was some coffee… Great! Now I'm creepy and insensitive!
Quickly gathering what few items you'd brought with you, you prepared to make your retreat, "This seat taken?"

Looking up you were met with a smile by a man you'd guess to probably be a few years younger than yourself. You blinked before scanning the sea of empty tables surrounding the two of you, realization slowly dawning. Oh. Oooh boy…

"Actually, you can have the whole table. I was just about to head out."

"What? But I just got here," he exclaimed with a playful grin.

"Riiiight… well, I have places to go to…"

You stood only to have him block your way, "Aw, come on… don't be like that…"

Don't be like what? An adult?! With a life! You fought to keep up your polite façade as the man-child before you gave you his best puppy dog eyes, "Look, I'm sure you're a nice kid-"

"Kid? Baby, let me show you just how much man I am…"

…ew.

"Oh my God… Have lines like that ever worked for you?"

Please say no. I'm not ready to live in a world where that line has actually gotten someone laid…

"Sweet thing, that was just the appetizer. How about you and I get out of here and I show you the main course?"

WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!

"Ok, well, this has been… something… but like I said I've got places to be so-"

It all would have been fine. The kid was just that; a stupid kid. He'd been obnoxious and corny, but he obviously didn't mean any harm and had done nothing more than waste a couple minutes of your life. If it had ended there you would have left the café, had a good laugh on the way to your car, and told the story to a few of your friends later on. If it had ended then your entire life would have stayed its normal boring way. But then the brat grabbed your phone.

Ok, line. CROSSED!

"What the hell?!"

"Relax, babe, just giving you my number," he said holding your phone just out of your reach.

What is this?! Elementary school?!

"I don't want your number! I just want my phone!"

"Come on, stop playing hard to get."

"I'm not playing hard to get! I-," you paused to take a calming breath, "Look, you're seriously barking up the wrong tree here. I'm not interested in you. I will never be interested in you. It's impossible for me to even be interested in you! So give me back my phone."

For a small moment you thought that calmly explaining in no uncertain terms your disinterest in the man-child would have cleared things up. He would realize that he'd taken the whole 'women love confidence' thing too far, apologize, hand you back your phone, and let you be on your way. You should've known better.

"So what? You think you're better than me?! I'm not good enough for you?! Screw you! I just came over here to ask you out, not get bitched at!"

Your face felt like it was on fire; whether from anger or embarrassment you weren't sure. You'd been trying to keep this whole conversation as quiet and civil as possible, but with that last little outburst you were positive that all eyes in the café were now staring directly at the two of you. Granted that was about four people, but still!

"I don't have to take this from you! Cause you know what? You're no prize! I only started talking to you, cause you look like an easy la-"

"Sorry, I'm late," you both turned at the sound of the smokiest voice you'd ever heard in real life.

Sitting at your recently forgotten table was the red head from before. You and the man-child stared at her with equally stunned expressions.

How did she-when did she?! … Is that my phone?!

Sure enough your phone now lay on your side of the table beside your coffee as if it had never been moved. You and the man-child's eyes both snapped to his now empty hand before returning to look at the seated woman.

"My plane got delayed and by the time I got to the apartment and headed over here the traffic was just horrendous."

"Oh," it took you a minute to even process what she'd said as her eyes seemed to burn straight through you, but when the realization finally hit you immediately fell back into your seat. "Oh! Don't worry about it I was actually just get ready to call you!"

Your hand quickly went out to swipe your phone and put it back in the safety of your pocket as your mind tried to catch up to your current situation. The mysterious beauty from before was jumping in to save you from the man-child by playing improv! …It was like your life had suddenly turned into a mad libs page…

"How was your flight? Did your conference go well?"

Conference? Why did I say conference? I don't know anything about conferences!

A small smile graced her lips as she leaned in across the table, "About as well as it could. Flight was long and crowded and the meeting was a bunch of stuffy old men pretending that they know how to do my job."

She spoke in a voice just slightly too low that made you have to lean in as well in order to properly hear her. It took a moment for you to realize that this change in position caused the both of you to casually block out the man-child from the conversation. She carried most of the conversation, talking about things that you wondered whether or not were real. The way she carried herself and spoke was both memorizing and intimidating! She was smooth, but smoky. Not quite sweet or spicy. She was like no one you'd ever met before. And you wanted to absorb everything she did and said… but the man-child was still standing two feet away and to be honest it was making you feel pretty uncomfortable.

After a couple minutes of huffs and scoffs the man-child finally sulked away, your new acquaintance stopped her story the moment the door shut behind him as you turned back to watch with a laugh.

"Oh my God, I can't thank you enough! That was brilliant!"

She gave you a small shrug and smile as she took a sip of her now probably tepid coffee, "It's what I do."

"Saving girls from obnoxious creeps with improv is what you do?"

"Well, usually only every other Thursday, but I decided to make an exception."

You would forever deny that your head involuntarily ducked down and you bit back a grin like a schoolgirl when she winked at you.

Pull yourself together!

"Well, seriously, thanks again. You're my new hero."

She gave a casual shrug before getting to her feet, "Any time. See you around."

Except you wouldn't. This woman was easily the most captivating person you'd ever met. Her very presence seemed like a magnet pulling every part of you in and yet you knew nothing about her. You watched as she walked away, not once looking back. Not once answering any of the millions of questions about her that you suddenly needed to know. Answers you'd never get because even if you came to this same café every day for the rest of your life the odds of running into her again in this giant overpopulated city were abysmal. You were never going to see this woman again, and it's the sudden fear of that that kicked you into action.

"Hey, wait!" You were sure your sudden exclamation had actually startled you more than her, but she stopped to look at you all the same, "I… um, I was just… wondering if… maybe you'd like to go get coffee?"

Her eyes looked pointedly at the coffee cups resting in each of your hands before raising an amused brow. Smooth…

"Oh… right, yeah, um…nevermind…"

If your face hadn't been burning before you knew that it was now. I can't believe it's possible to fail that hard on a cliché… You bit your lip and quickly decided to cut your losses. You'd been brave enough to ask her out, that had to count for something!

You hadn't heard her footsteps but you had heard the click of the pen that was being held by the woman who now stood directly before you. With an expression you couldn't quite read she silently grabbed your left hand; carefully but quickly writing an assortment of numbers on it before looking back up at you with a smirk, "Call me."

If you'd been born a cartoon your jaw would've been on the floor at that moment. As it were, all you could do was stand frozen in place as you watched the red head that would come to change your life leave the building. Time seemed frozen even after the door clicked shut and you were almost too afraid to breathe.

"Alright! Way to GO!"

A loud wolf whistle brought you back to reality as a guy behind the counter suddenly cheered you on before being silenced with an elbow to the stomach by his co-worker, "Shut up, Brent! Mind your own business!"

"I'm so blogging about this later…"

"Oh my God…"

You swore the blood was never going to leave your cheeks. But as you quickly walked out of the weirdest café experience you'd ever had, you could do nothing to stop the dorky grin and giggles that escaped you.