cafe latte

I decided to go to the new café down the street. Never having a bad cappuccino I figured there couldn’t be any harm. Plus the prices weren’t overly high like Starbucks. Reading Wicked and sipping a French vanilla latte I pondered why the wicked witch of the west was green and since when did green symbolize evil. As my mind was multitasking I caught a glance of someone familiar from the corner of my eye. Looking up from the book, my heart fluttering a bit, I saw that it was Jane. I let out a sigh that it wasn’t Cindy but still diverted my gaze hoping she wouldn’t see me. Unfortunately my skills of invisibility were nonexistent.

“Heeeey,” Jane exclaimed walking up to my table, “fancy seeing you here.”

“Yeah, “ I kept my eyes down. She actually said hi to me earlier during my comp class and I swear she was staring at me the entire time. Now this. She sat down across from me.

“I was really hoping I’d get to talk to you alone.” Jane peered at me, her eyes booring through my book.

“Really,” I asked automatically while wondering when she was going to tell me to look at her. There was a pause of silence and I imagined that she had left. Speaking she ruined that dream.

“Tell me you love me.” This time I put down the book.

“What?”

“I’ve been thinking and you are the only one that truly cared about me. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it before but I do now. I just need to hear those words from you.” I kept my face calm, though I wanted to laugh, and took a sip of my latte.

“I will not lie to you Jane.”

“But I know you do. You can tell me now.”

“I,” her eyes lit up as he waited on bated breath, “I do not love you.” Surprisingly there was a tinge of hurt in her eyes. “You have a boyfriend.” Jane looked away for a moment.

“I know,” she said nonchalantly. I knew where this was heading.

“Let me guess. Either a) you two are having problems or b) you’re tired of him.” She returned her gaze to me.

“It’s not like that.” I took another sip of my latte.

“Really.”

“Well it’s not. I just, I just want something more than what he can give me.”

“I can’t satisfy someone who can’t be pleased.” A look of confusion crossed her face. “Anyway it’s too late. I don’t have feelings for you.”

“But you did for so long.”

“And all that is in the past. Hear me now, I would never go out with you if you asked on bended knee.” Tears swelling up in her eyes Jane walked away and I went back to my book.