Author: the plot thickens, but there isn't any action in this chapter. there will be in the next! promise!

Ch. 2

It's just another morning for me. I get up, have breakfast and some coffee, get dress and ready and head out the door. Except for the fact that I'm out of coffee and my car only has enough gas to get me to a gas station. I'm now walking to the coffee shop in town. I could use the exercise and it's a lovely day to be outside.

I check to make sure I have money in my purse. I collide with a man that's standing by the entrance. The man drops his coffee and I rebound from the collision. I look up at the man.

He's a man, I can definitively say this. From the white on the side of his hair and the full development of his body. I look into the man's eyes for a brief moment before looking down. For the brief second that I looked into that man's eyes, I felt a sudden current go throughout my body.

I go down and pick up the now almost empty coffee cup. The man goes down a nano second after I do. He looks at the spilled coffee cup.

"I'm so very sorry, Sir. I'm afraid I wasn't-" I said.

"No, it's alright. It was filled with cream and cream has milk. No point in crying over spilt milk," the man said.

Oh, my! This man knows that saying!

"Oh, poor baby. Crying over spilt milk," I said.

I laugh; I shouldn't have done that. For the man isn't laughing. He chuckled, but that's something different entirely. For he might have find my knowledge amusing but not my laugh.

I open my eyes, for most human beings close their eyes when they laugh. I see that the man is smiling at me. He didn't find my intelligence amusing, but amazing.

"You know that old saying?" he asked.

I feel the blood in my veins rush through my cheeks. I believe I'm blushing. Yes, I know the old saying. I know a lot about old things, especially literature.

"Quite well, amongst others," I admitted.

We both stand up. Kneeling on the floor to have a conversation is ridulous. And utterly humilating in public. Like we are now. I extend my hand, an old fashion welcoming and courtesy.

"Patience Lovett, nice to meet you," I introduced.

"Octavian Prime, dido," the man said.

we shake hands, I feel an electrical current go through my hand and out of my body. I believe it originated from Octavian's hand. Strange name, but not any stranger then Patience.

"Would you like to go get some coffee with me?" Octavian asked.

I feel the blood rush through my cheek veins again. This can't be happening! No, it's just a kind gesture. That's all. That's all it is. There is nothing more to this. There can't be anything more to it.

I look at my watch, oh no! I'm going to be late fore my class!

"I can't, I have to get to class. if we see each other again and if the time permites it. Fare-well Octavian," I said.

"Op. Call me Op. Everyone else does," Octavian.

"Fare-well," I repeated.

I reluctantly leave Op there, but I look back at him. he's still standing there. He's watching me as I leave. I go deeper and deeper into the crowd until I reach the university.

"Good tidings to you, my class," I said.

"And good tidings to all, Professor!" the class replied.

My class gets up and leaves. My last class of the day. I turn around and straighten up some loose papers. I turn around and they are there. I smile at the three girls.

"Hello, Ink, Rojo, Rose," I said.

"Good afternoon, Professor," they said in a singsong voice.

"So, what brings you three back to my room this fine day?" I asked.

"I got a car! I just need to give it a good paint job! Then the lady who sold me the car offered me I job. A job! I toke it! You have got to see the car, Professor!" Rojo said excited.

"Alright Rojo, I'll see the car with you girls. Give thee time to pack my things," I said.

"Alright, we'll be waiting for you in Rose's new car," Ink said.

"Thank you, again, for buying the car for me," Rose said happily.

I embrace, hug, Rose and gently rub her arm. I smile at Rose and Rose smiles too.

"Now, now. I didn't buy the car, I simply paid for the rest of it," I said.

rose comes out of my embrace and leaves with her friends. I get my things and meet them at the Hummer. Oh god, I can't believe she wanted that car! It's still a mess on the outside. It makes Rose happy, endure Patience. Don't judge a book by it's cover.

I sigh and go to the car. I get into the back of the car. The windows are clean and so is the interrior of the car. The seats are comfortable and there is this refreshing smell to it. I guess it's not that horrible of a car, so long as it runs well.

Rose drives to what was once the L.A county area. We drive into town and park a few blocks away from our designation. We get out and walk to the auto-shop.

A redhead woman of her 20s welcomes us. Rojo and her talk as though they were old friends who haven't seen each other in a long while. Rojo is really happy to have a job she loves. She always wanted to be a mechanic. She made that very clear to me when I first meet her.

"This is Flare, the woman who sold me the 1976 camaro. A yellow one with a classic black racing strip," Rojo said excited.

"Classic black racing strip, I like your car already, Rojo," Ink said.

rojo laughs and looks at Flare, the redheaded woman. A man comes out and calls Flares attention. But he stops mid-way and stares. Oh my! It's Octavian. Op.

"Patience?" Op called.

He comes over to us. For a short minute, everyone stares at each other. I stare at Op, Flare stares at Op, Op stares at me and the girls stare at everyone else.

"Yes, Op," I replied.

"Wait, you two old birds know each other?" Flare asked.

"Yes, after you abandon me at the coffee shop, Patience here bumped into me," Op explained.

He was a little bitter with his words. I wonder, could this young girl be his wife? No! it can't be. She's too young. she's young enough to be one of my students.

"Patience?" the girls chorused.

"Yes, that's my first name. but Op, why don't you call me Ms. Lovett. That is what I am addressed as," I said.

"I had no idea if you were married or not," Op replied.

I feel the blood rush through my veins. Could he possible mean… no, he just didn't know if it should be Miss or Misses. That is all. He just wanted to be proper, is all.

"Ms. Lovett. I'm not married," I answered.

"Alright then, Ms. Lovett, will come with me to go get coffee?" Op asked.

The Rose sequals with joy for me. Rojo stares in amazment. Ink is chuckling. Probable caculatinghow long it will take before we sleep with each other.

I blink a few times and then compose myself. I clear my throat and think about my word. I said I would go with him to get coffee if we meet again and the time permites it. I have time and we have meet again. I look Op in the eyes. I feel a current go through my body.

"Yes, I would like to go, Op. But I'm afriad I'm here with…" I said.

"Your daughters," he finished.

"What!" shouted Rojo.

"No," Rose said.

"We're her students," Ink explained.

"Do you mind if I steal away your teacher for an hour or so?" Op asked.

All the girls say it's fine. I look at my students and then at Op. This is a man I would actually enjoy spending an evening with. But the girls are always my first priotity. I can break my word and reject him or keep my word and go with him on a date.

I look at the girls once more. Rose is smiling her famous smile, Rojo is silently saying "Gor for it" and Ink shuing me away. I return my gaze to Op.

"Alright, then. Let's go," I said.

he smiles and offers me his arm. I feel the blood rush through my veins and I take his arm. We walk out of the shop together. Men of his age don't do this sort of thing. A man of the 19th century were trained for this sort of thing, but men now a days don't know of this old fashion curtiusy.

"Op, I do believe I have made a revelation on something," I said.

"What would that be? Dear Ms. Lovett?" Op asked.

"About your nickname. Op is your intials. O is for Octavian and the P is for Prime. Octavian Prime, Op," I said.

He doesn't answer me at first. He looks like he's thinking. Finally he returns his gaze to me.

"You're right, they are my intials. I can't believe I didn't figure it out on my own," Op said.

I think I blushed. This can't be happening, this can't be actually happening. I'm on a date with a man who has equal intelligence as myself. this can't be happening!

We enter the coffee shop. I already know what I shall get. We get in line.

"Ms. Lovett, I know you teach a class. but at what level?" he asked.

"I teach at an university. Those three girls are in one of my classes," I told.

"Do you always hang-out with your students?" Op asked.

I know for a fact now that I'm blushing. I'm embarrassed to answer that. I do spend a lot of my time with Integra, Alice and Rosalyn.

"No, just those three. They're very outgoing and like to hang-out with older people. Besides, I'm very active with my class," I said.

I instantly regret it. he may think I'm a rape artist of some sort. I don't do anything witha student that I may witha boyfriend. I keep my private life separate from my professional. Though, that line becomes somewhat thin with Ink, Rojo and Rose.

"How so?" he asked.

I sigh with relief on the inside. I think about I should answer this time.

"I let my students come over and get the assignment or give them extra help. Collage can be quite a nightmare, especially for the freshmen," I answered.

We talk about many a things. From work to life at home to what we wish of the future. Op has this dream that mankind could get along with aliens, if we should ever happen to find any. And live in peace with one another. It's a wonderful dream to have.

Op takes me home after we have coffee. We stayed at that coffee shop until it was dark. I have never stayed in one place for so long, excluding my own home.

We arrive at my house. we both walk up the steps. I turn to Octavian Prime and smile.

"I had a lovely time tonight," I said.

and I most certainly did.

"I'm glad. Would you like to get away from your students another time?" Op asked.

"No, but I would enjoy another evening with you, Octavian Prime," I said.

"So you have wished it, so it shall be," he said.

I smile and retire for the night. Octavian reluctantly leave my house and returns home. thus the ending of a very good day.

note to reader from author: thank you firebirdgirl, 003Baby, JessiLuWho, ultimeanime12 & FlamingBitch1408. i decided to post this chapter thanks to all of you. i still want reviews from all of you to know if it's good. i hope you enjoyed!