A Spindle of Love
Soiled Smock sat in the busy coffee shop, sitting on a barstool, staring at her untouched cake. She wondered if she should start with the fluffy cake, or the creamy frosting. She looked at it until she saw a strange being enter. He sat beside her at the only remaining seat in the house. She took a look at the stranger before he let out a bothered noise, causing her to look back at her cake. The cake however, was now a touched cake. A single fly had landed on the frosting, and had started eating away at it. A disgusted look creeped onto her face. "How dare that fly," she thought, "did you pay for that cake? For this reserved spot at the counter? That's what I thought! Get off my well-earned cake!" but it seemed she may have thought it out loud, as the stranger chuckled lightly under his breath. Her disgust was soon replaced by mortification. "Oh, I'm so sorry, did you hear all of that?"
"I sure did, pretty lady" the stranger said, easing out of his laughter "Would you like me to deal with that fly for you dear?" he asked.
Before Smock could even ask what he meant by that, a small thread like web shot from what she thought was his red eyes. He ever so carefully removed the fly, leaving the rest of the cake preserved. She blushed at how gently and articulately he did the deed.
The stranger saw her blush and grinned. "My name is Shadow." he almost purred "Shadow the Arachnid."
At hearing this information, Smock noticed the spider's trench coat, which covered 6 of his 8 legs, as well as his large abdomen. How could she have not noticed his obvious spider parts? Was she, distracted by something?
"Well then," Smock was pulled out of her thoughts by Shadow's words, "I believe I have to get going now." He got out of the stool and headed to the exit.
"Wait!" Smock called after him. He turned, with a puzzled look on his face. "Will I ever see you again?"
"Well, most girls say they see me in their dreams after they meet me for the first time. But I guess I may be returning to this coffee shop again. I don't like large crowds, but this one is sure quiet enough for me."
Smock noticed Shadow was right. The coffee shop was full, but no one stirred. It wasn't until she noticed the reason no one was talking was they were so fixed on what the two were saying, that they dropped their conversations completely. She blushed and said "Hey! Go back to talking! This is a private-" Ding. Shadow had just left the building. "-conversation…" She sighed, just missing saying goodbye to him. She returned to the cake she had ignored for quite some time, but noticed some writing on her napkin underneath the plate. It read "Dear Smock, I'm sure you'd rather talk somewhere more private than a busy shop. Plus the cake here is awful. Hope you didn't mind the piece I took. Call me some time. –Shadow". Beneath the signature it read his phone number. She folded it into her purse and sighed. Perhaps she would call him. She looked down at the cake and saw a reasonable piece removed. Well, she would have to call him now. He owed her cake.