Sara POV
I could never deny the strong sophisticated scent of men. But I've always loved the sweet scents of women more. I've never slept with a woman before.. but I want to.
I can't seem to pick out my outfit for today. Rather, I can't pick cashmere sweater or comfortable flannel. I want a look and style that will attract more women than men. Flannel it is. Now to leave my hair messy and sexy or straighten it to shit with some hairspray to hold it. Messy it is.
Now I can be on my way to my favorite cafe I always go to at lunch on Thursday's. Montreal is a beautiful city. It never gets old walking down these streets and seeing everything how it was the day before.. refreshing one may say. And thank goodness my flat is only 4 blocks away or I might as well be walking a marathon.
"Hey, Sar!" Emy calls from a table near bookshelves. Emy has been my friend since I moved here. She's originally from New York but she is working and living here in Montreal for her work in Arts.
"Hey, Em." She is so beautiful. But she needs to shake things up a bit.. Always the lavender body spray. It get's old if not already.
"You look.. very handsome today!" She explains cheerfully. "Victor is not here today so you'll have to go and get your own coffee today. I think the old grumpy lady is working at the front." She continues with a pouty face. It's obvious her meeting with the old woman did not go very well.
I make my way to the front. They recently renovated so it's just a long counter with a bunch of bar stools to sit on if you're alone. I sit on one next to a lady who smells like.. kiwi. I study her in hopes that she does not notice. She has short hair similar to mine but hers is very wavy. Not very tall but I guess neither am I. Dr. Martens Boots and black body hugging skinny jeans. She wears a striped teal and beige sweater that compliments her look so amazingly.
I snap out of my frenzy when I feel a slap on my hand.
"Did you want a coffee or not? Or are you just gonna sit there all day and piss me off?!" The old woman yells(sort of).
"Um.. French Vanilla please.." I answer with the first thing that pops in my head. I smile at her apologetically and nod my head. I look back at the other woman and she is staring back right in my eyes.
"Hello. And who might you be?" She gives me a sexy smirk and I can't help but daydream about kissing those lips over and over again. "Hello?" A gummy smile now. She's so cute.
"I'm Sara. And yourself?" I smile awkwardly. A million things go through my mind before she answers. Things like 'She's so beautiful!', 'I wonder what her name is..', 'Maybe her name is Mandy or Vanessa.. What if we have the same names?".
"Tegan." Tegan. I rarely hear that name. But it suits her perfectly.
"What an interesting name. Tegan. Do you come here often?" I definitely do not want to give this chance up.
"Every Wednesdays at lunch usually. But I decided that Thursday's are much better. And I guess meeting you has proved that." She winked. She winked at me. I smiled sweetly. I want to devour her.
"What a coincidence," I get up suddenly remembering that I was with Emy. "I guess I'll see you next week!" I wink back at her while I start to walk away slowly. Before I greet Emy I hear her yell my name from where we were sitting. She smiles and quickly walks up to me.
"It was nice meeting you, beautiful. I hope you're here next week." Tegan handed me a napkin with her number written on it. I look back up and she's already out the door. Tegan. I guess I'll see you next week.
"Who was that?" Emy immediately nags me as soon as I sit down.
"Just a girl."
"Oh.. She's hot."
"I know!" I huff. Wow. Emy certainly has never said that before.
"Anyways, next week I won't be able to come her with you because I have a convention to go to in New York. And I'll be there for a month visiting family and stuff." She is nose-deep in her iPhone marking her calender.
"Okay." I don't say much else the rest of the time. I just sit there looking out the window until we leave.
Tegan.