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The early afternoon sunlight flooded the Life Café as Maureen and Mark sat down at a table in the corner. "So what exactly did you want to talk about?" Mark asked, settling down in his chair.
Maureen fiddled with her straw and twisted her face in a depressed way. "Okay, now I know you think it's stupid, but… Joanne left, again." She added. Mark didn't look the least bit surprised.
"Well, aren't you gonna say something?" she retorted. Mark bit his lip nervously. He didn't have much to say.
"This happens all the time, doesn't it?" he pointed out.
"Well, yeah." Maureen admitted. It was true. They were always breaking up, then getting back together, and so on… but this time it was different. Maureen felt tears stinging her hazel eyes.
"She's not coming back." She stated shortly. She did her best to avoid eye contact with Mark by looking out the window, her tears gone and Mark's curiosity increasing. She tapped the table with her right hand, something she did when she was nervous, which was rare. She stopped when she felt something warm lay upon her hand.
She looked up to see Mark, his face filled with compassion, staring at her. "I get it." Mark said softly, almost reading her mind. Maureen shook her head sadly.
"No, you don't know what it's like when someone you've truly, deeply loved, betrays just like that."
There was a pause.
"Actually, I do."
Another pause.
Maureen, understanding his point, pulled her hand away from his and stared out the window once more. "I'm sorry." She said quietly.
This was a very awkward time, for there had never been a moment like this between the two friends before. They were silent for a few minutes when Mark broke the silence. "So what are you going to do about it?"
Maureen's eyes rolled to meet Mark's. Her frown vanished and was replaced with a smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she said sarcastically. She gave a hearty laugh that Mark couldn't help but love.
"Well, I was hoping to make her jealous… you know, find someone willing to help me make her jealous." She examined her fingernails before letting her seductive gaze fall onto Mark. He froze.
Her lips curved into a thin, seductive smile. "Can you help?" she asked, standing up and leaning over the table. She could tell he was getting nervous. Mark began sweating. "Oh, um, well…" he stammered, tugging at his collar.
"Marky, baby," she said sweetly "You know you don't have to be nervous around me anymore, right?' she said. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "We're cool." She paused. "So can you help?" she asked once more.
Mark felt her face moving towards his, but he raised a hand and said "Maureen- I-I can't do this- even as a game." He finished finally. Maureen looked confused, but caught it. "Lesbian, huh?" she murmured. He nodded limply.
Maureen smiled once again. This time, she came around the table and found her way onto his right leg, sticking out from under the table. She leaned back against his body and whispered into his ear "Please?" she waited for an answer.
Mark feared his decision. He was defeated. Her charm had lured him to her once again, and there was no escaping her seductive lure. He sighed. "All right." He murmured. Maureen sat up. "Wonderful!" she exclaimed. She turned on his lap to face him.
Maureen leaned forward. "May I?' she smiled. Mark gave a defeated smile. "Go ahead." he said, and Maureen's lips found his. After a few moments, or two, Mark gave up. What the hell, let it last. He thought and kissed her back.
Maureen was slightly unaware of how good a kisser Mark was, but didn't show it. She pulled back and licked her lower lip. "But remember Mark, it's just temporary." She reminded him thoughtfully. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as she stood up.
"Bye, pookie!" she exclaimed jokingly and sped out the door. Mark's eyes followed her wearily. Temporarily, he thought. He hadn't been quite over Maureen, so he felt his heart do a little flip when she had kissed him. IT had been over a year, and Mark missed Maureen dearly. He took a sip of is drink, paid for lunch, and walked out onto the street, now flooded with the cool, winter afternoon air. He kicked the ground as he trudged back home.