i sat outside a starbucks, a cigarette in one hand and a caramel mocchiato in the other. I reach my left arm up slowly and take a puff off my cigarette and remove it from my mouth. It was my normal friday morning routine.
My life is way too organized and planned out. I do the same shit, all the time. it's time a for a change. I say this every friday too.
A stranger waklks up breaking my concentration. It's a boy. He had jet black hair that hung over his left eye. His right eye an icy blue.
"Hi," he says. I watch his pale lips as he walks watching his cold blacl lip right on the right side of his lip move a little bit.
"hello," i say smoothyl. I brush my curly black long hair out of my face out of my face. Out of the way of my pale blue eyes. A hair got stuck on the monroe piercing right above the left side of my lip. I gentled tugged at it trying to remove it.
I think I've seen you around school before. Don't you go to Jefferson," he asks smoothly. I could tell he was trying to play off the cool look. I kept tugging at the hair, finally freedom. I look up at him making eye contact. Gosh he's a cutie.
"Yes i have the unfortunate pleasure of attending Jefferson. I'm Rachel," I find myself saying and stretching out my hand to hiom. He shakes it.
"Bobby. Can I sit," he kinda pulled his shoulder back to him, as if he were in an uncomfortable spot between two lovers in a movie theature. He gestures to the iron chair which sat at my table. I nodded softly. I brushed my long black curls away from my face again. I put the cigarette to my mouth and took a drag. I then leaned over the side of the chair and put it out on the pavement. "Wow," I turn back to him.
"What," the words seem to flow out in a hatefull tone.
"I didnt know you smoked," I nodded.

I bit my lip, and sort of stared off into space. "You're going to be late," he says.
"I know. Almost every Friday I am, and every Friday I make a lame excuse. What are you doing here?" I never see anyone besides myself here on a friday mornings
"Don't feel like going is all. Plus, I'm new and wanted to explore the city a little bit." I chuckled a bit when he said this. "Whats so funny?"
"Nothing," I picked up my black purse and pulled another marlbaro lights out of my purse. I took my lighter out of my pocket and lit my cigarette.
"No, you laughed at something I said. What was it," he says, sounding a little too curious.
I leaned into him, "wanna know a secret?" he nodded. "Seattle sucks. Our school sucks. Everything in this fucking state sucks. Except for a few select people, and this Starbucks." He laughed. I like his laugh, its not too deep but not too high.
"Yea. I'm from the wonderful state of Texas, and this cold shit... Just doesnt cut it," he chuckles. He pulls a pack of Newports from his pocket. "Can I bum your lighter for a sec?" I toss it to him. He removes a cigarette, and sets the pack back into his pocket. He places it between his lips and lights it. He hands me my lighter back. "The way i see it, this planet should be warm, not cold," he says leaning into me as if this were some super secret spy mission. He settles back into his chair and takes a drag off his cigarette.
"Girly man," i said jokingly. He put his hands over his heart. We both laughed loudly. I liked how we were comfortable with each other.