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It was almost the middle of the day, lunch time was just around the corner and Annie smiled to herself as she watched Jon drink his large cup of coffee like it's completely natural. For him, it probably was but for Annie, it was amusing, she's not a big fan of coffee and didn't know people drink them even during lunch time until her encounter with Jon. She sat across from him in the cramped space of the diner's table and glanced towards the box resting on the empty seat next to hers.
"You've been eyeing that parcel since you sat down, open it up," Jon spoke through a mouthful of food. Annie momentarily looked away from the box to look at him and she held back the urge to correct his table manners and tell him to chew with his mouth closed. Who was she to tell him off? He might even punch her in the face if she dared to, she thought to herself.
"You don't mind?" Annie asked, Jon merely shook his head. In fact, he wanted her to open that box just as much as she wanted to, his curiosity was killing him.
His blue eyes watched her intently as she placed the box on the empty side of their table. She's a neat and organised girl, he took note of it as he watched her open the box carefully by undoing the plasters that kept it shut using the butterknife instead of ripping it off which what he would've done. His gaze flickered towards the address the box came from, he read California and it further sparked his interest.
Through her excitement, Annie almost squealed when she opened the box and its contents were revealed. Happily, she pulled out a handmade blanket from the box. It was made from different patches of fabric sewn together and on each patches of fabric were embroideries of the places she had been to, from Slab City in California to St. Petersburg in Florida. Jon watched Annie with interest, she looked like she was about to cry as she looked at the large blanket made out of scraps of fabrics. He wondered what the story was behind it because it wasn't every day that he see a woman in the verge of tears over a shitty looking blanket.
"I used to travel a lot," Annie told him, when she noticed that he was looking at her curiously, "m-my friend, she made this for me and it has all the place I've been to throughout the seven years that I was travelling. I would travel from one state to another by hitchhiking,' chuckled Annie, as she put the blanket aside.
That further sparked some interest. A traveller? Jon nodded his head yet his mind soared with curiosity. He watched as Annie looked through the empty box and was once more surprised when she took out a piece of white envelope decorated with doodles that resembled a 1960s hippy propaganda of some sort. She opened the enveloped and smiled softly, Jon watched on, his eyes glued onto her smiling lips.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Annie asked, she showed him a photograph of a toddler dressed in a t-shirt a little too big for her, the toddler was sitting down on the ground with a campervan behind her. "Her name is Sunshine and she's my goddaughter," smiled Annie as she looked back down at the photograph, trailing the image of the child with her fingers.
"So you're a children lover, eh?" Jon asked as he reached for his empty cup of coffee, disappointed because he needed more. Annie looked up at him, her hazel eyes met his blue eyes and Jon couldn't help but return that smile that adorned her pretty face, the dimples that flashed on his cheeks made Annie blush.
"I have a soft spot for them," replied Annie, her response a little delayed, Jon nodded his head. "If I ever become a mother, I'd have a dozen of them," she told him animatedly. Jon shook his head and chuckled. This girl has certainly captivated him, that's for sure.
"Why don't we start now? I'll volunteer all my sperm specially for you," he offered as he sent a wink her way and it left Annie blushing, face as red as ketchup. As distraction in fear that he'd see her blush, which he already did, Annie looked back down at the envelope in her hands and pulled out a piece of paper to read its contents. Jon watched her intently while she did so and thought to himself how he'd never been with a woman this long without either fucking them or arguing with them.
"What does it say?" he decided to ask when Annie finished reading. She carefully returned the folded piece of paper along with the photograph inside the envelope.
"Oh they're just saying hi," Annie replied, "my goddaughter just celebrated her 3rd birthday a week ago and they celebrated it in California, they're headed to Nevada now," Annie replied with a smile on her face but Jon suspected there's more to it than that because the sparkle in her eyes momentarily disappeared.
"What exactly are they? Don't they have a permanent home to go to?" intrigued, he decided to throw another question at her. There was just a need for him to know as much as he could about Annie O'Sullivan. She tucked a loose strand of dark hair behind her ear and reached for her glass of water, Jon watched her drink it, his blue eyes glued onto her neck as he wondered to himself what it would feel like to nibble on that skin and leave a hickey behind to mark his property.
"Honestly, I don't know," Annie replied moments later, "when I joined them, I thought they were a group of potheads who indulge on daily excessive amount of recreational drugs but I got to know them, they weren't all like that, they were amazing people. Sometimes, they settle down in a particular place for a month then they'd pack their bags and go back to the road in their camper vans and spend the night either camping in the wilderness with a fire burning or spending the night squished in the campervan,' Annie replied, Jon nodded his head. "It's a great life, and I guess you could call them nomads. I had the best time of my life when I joined them."
"Well, I have some good news for you," Jon announced, Annie smiled to herself upon noting that his cockiness has returned, "now that you've met Jon fucking Good, I'll show you the world that your hippy friends haven't showed you," he told her, "that's if you know what I mean," he continued, he winked at her as he spoke and caused the redness that crept up her neck.
"If you're talking about sex then I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you, my cocky stalker, and that is bringing me to a cheap diner as your way of implying we're going on a date won't convince me in any way that I should sleep with you," Annie informed him, her words like a slap to Jon's face and it was a hard slap. Who does she think she is? Jon frowned to himself. He can't even remember the last woman who had dumped Jon Good because no woman ever did.
"Well, I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you, my witty little stalker," Jon mocked in a high pitched voice, "and that is the fact that this trip to the diner is not a date, it just so happens that I'm starving, why would I even want to go on a date with you," he retorted, Annie merely rolled her eyes.
"You know, I was starting to consider you aren't very bad as you seem to be but it looks like my judgement had been wrong. You're too much of a proud ass," Annie told him, voice smooth and calm as if she didn't just insulted him. Frowning, Jon ran a hand through his messy hair and rose up from his seat. What is wrong with this bitch, he wondered to himself.
Annie felt a pang of guilt wash over her when Jon got up from his seat without a word to make his way out of the diner, leaving her behind. She didn't mean to throw him off. Groaning to herself, she kicked the chair across from her and buried her face in her hands. Well, that only showed her that Jonathan Good is unlike any man she'd encountered. He's too impatient to play the game of hard to get that she's became an expert at. She should be surrendering and moving on, he's not worth anything if he doesn't have the patience to entertain her in her own game but there was something about the blue eyed man, from his charisma to his raggedy appearance that told Annie that he may just be the solution she need to tick off 'Fall deeply, madly and truly in love' off her bucket list.