Urm. This is a little something that was spawned out of sheer boredom. Too embarrassed to post on LJ because people are most likely to draw the right conclusions. :D

(And speaking of which, I find LJ a most political medium. I'm now even more careful about what I say and how I say it, because it can so easily be misconstrued and could potentially be fodder for the next gossip session. Bah. Uncensored stuff still goes here.)

“It’s no big deal,” she reassured herself silently. “It’s just coffee.” She held the mobile phone in one hand, fingers poised over the keypad, ready to type in her carefully worded message as she clumsily zipped her handbag shut with her other free hand.

Already she formed a mental picture of how the outing would proceed (no, it wasn’t a date. Definitely not a date). She would already be sitting at Starbucks, a tiny cup of double espresso in front of her. She would be reading a book, pausing only occasionally to casually scan her surroundings, waiting for him to make his appearance. To the rest of the world, she would appear cool and nonchalant. When he arrived, he would greet her, and do the politest thing by taking the chair opposite her, rather than the ones on either side of her.

She typed in her message, “Heya. You wouldn’t be free to meet now for coffee in town, would you?” Short, sharp, to the point. Worded negatively, so that she wouldn’t set herself up for disappointment. As she clicked the ‘send’ button’, she felt the familiar flutter of nervousness.

Waiting.

When he hadn’t replied in about two minutes, she frantically went through all the possible scenarios. Network problem (oh please, let it be a network problem). He thinks I’m too forthright (but it IS only coffee, oh my God, don’t tell me he’s inferring too much?). He’s busy and thinking of the nicest way to decline my offer. Thankfully, her phone beeped at that point, putting an end to her misery.

“Sure. I’ll see you there at about… 2? Where do you want to meet?”

She breathed an inward sigh of relief and she replied.