CH.2 – TALL, DECAF, CAPPUCCINO

(Joanne POV)

Well, this day is certainly looking up. I had been having the shittiest day. Work was horrible. Although, I must say, that it is thanks to the horrible day I had, that I am sitting having coffee with the most amazing, most gorgeous woman I've ever laid eyes on. That's not all I'd like to lay on her. Wow. That thought came out of nowhere. I've known I am a lesbian for quite some time. At one point, I tried to deny it. I quickly realized, however, that I can not pretend to be someone or something that I'm not. Deal with it.

Anyway, enough about me. Back to Maureen. Maureen Johnson. Hot. I'd found out quite a bit about her since our accident, such as she loves tall, decaf, cappuccinos. "They're all I ever get," she told me with a smile while we were ordering our drinks. She's a performance artist that specializes in protests. She has beautiful long brown hair. I bet it would look gorgeous draped around us creating a tent while kissing. And one more thing; she has the most radiant smile. She can easily light up a room. Accompanying that smile, of course, is the cutest laugh I've ever heard. She's sitting across from me telling me a story about one of her protests. She's so enthusiastic. I feel bad. I wasn't so badly to pay attention to what she's telling me, but she's got me in a complete trance. I don't understand. This is not like me. I'm not one to fall so fast, and the fact that we're complete opposites doesn't help my confusion. But she's perfect. Completely, simply, perfect. I smile at the thought. She noticed.

"Joanne?" She's waving her hands at me.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry!"

"Joanne, did you hear a word I said?" she asked, sounding slightly hurt, but a smile crossing her face. I smiled sheepishly.

"Yes, well, um, I mean…I was. Then I began thinking how amazing this day has turned out. Um, Maureen, can I ask you something?" I'm nervous. What the hell! I'm Joanne Jefferson, Attorney. I don't get nervous!

"Sure," Maureen replied brightly, pulling me out of my reverie.

"Um, I was wondering, well, would you maybe have dinner with me tomorrow night?" Phew, that was more difficult than I anticipated.

Maureen, such a tease…I hope. She's making the most adorable face. Pondering, I suppose, If she sound enjoy that. Dear God, please say yes. Suddenly, she smiles brightly.

"I'd love to, Joanne!"

YES!

"Great. How's seven? My place," I say, quite relieved and suddenly quite confidant. I pull a pen out of my briefcase and write my name, address, and phone number on a napkin. Oh God. Classy, Joanne.

We stand, I pay for our coffees, and we head for the door. We glance at our watches simultaneously. I smile realizing we had just spent two and a half hours in that coffee shop.

"Anyway, I have to run. Got a protest to work on. I had an excellent time today. Thank you for the coffee and everything. I guess I'll see you tomorrow at seven," Maureen smiled. I went weak in the knees. I approached her, giving her a hug. She hugged back. Not a 'just friends' hug by any means. Hips and chests were suggestively pushed together. I smiled.

As we pulled apart, she whispered in my ear, "Till tomorrow" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. We pulled apart and she smirked.

"Bye Joanne."

"Bye Maureen," I barely choked out, for she had turned around and never have I seen pants so tight or an ass so fine. Calm down, Joanne I told myself. It's only a few hours till I get to see her again, but time is already moving at a snail's pace. In the meantime, I have to get home and relieve some of this tension. I smiled wickedly knowing exactly who I'd be thinking about when I came that night. Ah, it's good to be me.

A/N: These first two chapters have been quite short; third is on the way, and quite long. Please review. I quite enjoy reading them!