Oceanna bit her lip at the sight of Roman walking into the coffee shop. He looked exactly like the photos on his Tinder profile. If his personality matched his looks, she had scored big time. Tall, long hair, beautiful eyes, a killer smile, sexy and, most importantly, childfree like her.
"Oceanna," Roman smiled and sat down. "Wow, you are even more beautiful in real life."
The green eyed brunette blushed. He was the beautiful one. She was sure he knew exactly how beautiful he was.
"Thank you," she smiled back. "And you are just... Hot damn!"
He laughed at her outburst. The ice had been broken.
"What is your poison?" He asked.
"Cappuccino," she answered.
"Sounds good. I'll get us one each," he said.
She watched his ass as he walked up to the counter and bought coffee for them both. He was really attractive. It was a good thing they were out in public. She wasn't sure she would have been able to control herself if they had met in private. He came back shortly after with two cappuccinos.
"Here you go," he handed her one of them.
"Thank you," she said.
"So we finally meet," he said.
"It hasn't been that long. We've only talked for a week," she said.
"It seemed like a long time for me. I knew I wanted to meet you within five minutes of us talking," he said.
He knew how to use his words. It had been a while since she had met someone like him that seemed to be the full package. It had to be too good to be true.
"So what finally convinced you to meet me?" He asked.
"We talked about our future plans and you seemed to be on the same page as me. I just want a quiet life with a good man, my work and maybe some adopted pets," she said.
"But no kids," he chuckled.
"Definitely no kids," she chuckled back.
She took a sip of her coffee and smiled at him again.
"It's so tiring to meet men online that think you're gonna change your mind for the right person. It doesn't work that way. It's some weird myth that people with children have created. You weren't like that," she said.
"Why would I be?" He asked.
"Exactly," she grinned. "You're fucking perfect."
"No one's perfect," he smirked. "But I'll take it for now."
They kept talking while slowly emptying their cappuccinos. Everything seemed easy around him. An hour later and she looked at the two empty cups in front of them.
"Another one?" She asked.
"You're not tired of me yet?" He asked.
"Nope, and I'm buying this time," she answered.
"You're a keeper," he chuckled.
"Let's see if you'll say that after a second date," she said. "That is if you want one, of course."
"Oh, I definitely want one," he smirked. "Dinner next time."