A/N: Anything particular you'd like to see happen? Let me know via PM or in a comment and I'll see what I can do. I know in the general direction I wanna take this story, but am willing to incorporate other ideas. :)
Any mistakes are mine.
Without any further ado, here is chapter 3.
Piper sat across from Polly in their favorite little café, gingerly sipping on her café au lait as she tried to warm up. It was starting to get cold and Piper felt a shudder creep up her spine at the impending snowfalls that New York had in store for them this year.
"So, what is this emergency meeting for?" Polly quipped from across the small table, her chin perched on her hand, arm supported by her elbow on the table.
Piper smiled, nervously playing with her fingers before grabbing her phone and sliding it across the table to Polly. Her friend leaned over the phone to get a better look at what Piper was showing her and she saw a picture of a raven-haired woman with porcelain skin.
Polly looked back up at Piper and asked, "Is this-"
"Alex," Piper confirmed.
"Well, shit."
"I can't tell if that's a good shit or a bad one, Pol."
"She's uh, she's a little… Alternative?" Polly said as she looked at the picture of Alex again. She had black glasses with a thick frame, and Polly could make out at least two tattoos on the woman's right arm; a tribal-ish looking one, and one that she couldn't really make out as the sleeve of the t-shirt the other woman was wearing covered it.
"She's fucking beautiful," Piper exclaimed as she grabbed back for her phone and looked down at the picture again. She wasn't even surprised that the woman looked so good, she kind of guessed solely based on her voice.
When Piper had gotten the picture in the morning, she literally gaped at it with an open mouth for a solid five minutes. She didn't know where to look. Her hair was perfectly straight and her blue-green eyes shone as she smiled widely. Her hands were gripping the railing behind her as she half leaned against it. She was wearing black jeans (that Piper was willing to bet hugged her ass perfectly) and a simple white v-neck which generously showed off her cleavage. She was tall and hot and had a good taste in shoes (Piper loved her boots). She was like nobody Piper had ever even associated with and the thrill of something new excited her.
"I mean, yeah, I can see what you might find in her… But Piper, you don't really know anything about her, and you've been talking to her for how long now, a month? Where is she even from? What does she do?"
"She lives here! Well, lower Manhattan. SoHo, I think she said."
Polly quirked an eyebrow.
"No, it's not like that Pol, I swear. I didn't even know, she just told me like, last week! She does international business for some huge company her friend owns, so she works a lot. I do know her. I know she likes to listen to The Smiths in her car and that she drinks her coffee black. Her best friend is her mom and she loves horror movies even though they scare the shit out of her. Her favorite color is red and she only ever gets the banana loaf bread from Starbucks. When she is really really tired, she slurs her words together and goes on little tangents of who pissed her off at work that day. She also has 3 fake plants at home, all of which she named, and she –"
"Is she gay? Single?"
Piper grew quiet. She never actually bothered asking her either, and now she realized she may have gotten a little ahead of herself. Alex flirted with her a lot but she wasn't sure if the other woman was just trying to get a rise out of her or whether she was actually serious.
"I… Dunno."
"Gimme your phone," Polly reached out her hand, palm facing up to receive the phone, which Piper handed to her curiously.
"What are you doing?"
"Asking," came the simply reply.
Piper's eyes widened, "No! She'll think I am desperate and that I don't get any!"
"Then she'd be right. Now shut up and let me work my magic."
"She's not gonna answer right now, she's at work and she doesn't look at her phone when she's working."
"Guess we'll have to wait until she does answer, then," Polly said as she typed out a message to Alex on Piper's phone.
To: Alex
Are u gay?
"Please don't tell me you used the letter 'u' instead of 'you'. You know I hate that."
Polly looked up at her friend sheepishly.
"Oops."
"Ugh, Pol. She's going to think I am a freak. And an idiot. And she's never going to talk to me again."
"That might not be a bad thing. Do you remember that she was the biggest bitch ever to you during your original conversation?"
"Yeah, but that was because I woke her up so it was kind of justified."
Before Polly could respond, Piper's iPhone started vibrating on the table. Both women looked at each other before grabbing for the phone, but Polly was quicker and snatched it away to read the message.
From: Alex
I thought I was being pretty obvious with my flirting…
Are you?
"Holy shit."
"What?" Piper anxiously wanted to know what Alex had responded with.
"Holy. Shit."
"POLLY!"
"She's flirting with you. She's been flirting with you. She's so gay, P! She's asking if you are gay, too. What do I say? 'I dunno, Al. I kinda like the occasional dick sometimes'? Because that's accurate."
"Tell her I like both. Do you think she's interested?"
"She just told you she's interested! She'd be crazy not to be!"
To: Alex
Just wanted to make sure. I like… Both.
Are you single?
"No 'u' this time," Polly clarified as Piper stared intensely at her typing.
From: Alex
Yes.
"Your girl's really dry."
"She's not my girl…"
"Yet."
"Stop commenting and just tell me what she said, Polly."
"She's single. But she's not going to be when I'm done with this text conversation!"
"Please don't use one of your corny pick up lines."
To: Alex
Want to not be? ;)
"You totally used one of them, didn't you," Piper asked as she observed the satisfied smirk on the shorter brunette's face.
"I sure fucking did."
From: Alex
Meet me. Meet me and go out with me.
Polly squealed in excitement when she read the message, and Piper jumped a little at the unexpected sound.
"What the hell did she say? Tell me, tell me!"
"Shut up, I am working my magic!"
To: Alex
Pick me up? Friday night?
"Polly, please. Tell me what she's saying."
"She's saying that she hates your guts and that she's blocking your number and getting a restraining order."
From: Alex
7:00pm. Dress nice.
Ha. Pretty sure you'd look beautiful wearing a garbage bag anyway.
"Wait, she knows what you look like?"
Piper nodded, "Yeah. I sent her a picture a few days ago but she refused to send me one back. Said she'd do it when the time was right."
"What did she say about your picture?"
Piper blushed. "Uh… She told me I am beautiful."
Well, Alex had actually said, 'Well aren't you the sexiest little thing? Mmm the things I'd do to you. Beautiful.' But Polly didn't need to know that.
"Girl sure knows how to butter you up," Polly chuckled.
"Thanks for the surge of confidence."
"Please. I'm willing to bet $100 that your date will end with you moaning her name."
Piper opened her mouth to protest, but Polly's attention was directed back at Piper's iPhone as she typed again.
To: Alex
See you then! Xoxo
When Polly was done typing the message, she slid the phone back to Piper, who eagerly read the text conversation that transpired between her best friend and her possible love interest.
"Xoxo? Really?! She must think I'm 12 years old with the way you type!"
"Oh shut your trap, I got you a date with the hot, mysterious girl of your dreams," Polly replied with a wink.
Piper looked up at her, eyes suddenly wide. "I have a date with a hot, mysterious girl who is super quirky and intelligent and always knows when to say the right things."
"Yeah, you do. Better not fuck it up, Pipes."
Piper gave her a look. "Wow, thanks Pol. You're so supportive today."
"Don't mention it. I better be the maid of honor at your wedding."
Scoffing, Piper turned to put her phone in her bag. However, she couldn't hide the smile that managed to creep onto her face. She had a date with Alex.
