Ocean Breeze
Des'iree focused on the clicking of her high heels on the sidewalk instead of Simeon. It was easier, considering she doubted that they had much in common. He was right beside her though, his short strides matching her long ones. The pair arrived at Poet Coffee not having said anything to each other since Lalalandia.
Simeon's regular friend's were there, Jay C, Laura and a couple others he couldn't place a name to but probably screwed when he was drunk or in an orgy. He smiled and waved to them and they did the same, probably curious about the woman beside him; Simeon usually went for the brazen type. Des'iree was anything but brazen.
They sat a little table tucked back far in a corner; romantic really, if they were 'involved.' But, to Simeon's utter despair, they weren't. She was polite to the waitress and order Vanilla French Roast while he just got regular black coffee.
"So Des'iree, why did you go to Lalalandia if you hate techno?"
She took a small sip of her coffee before sighing and crossing her arms on the table.
"My friend Ananda told me that it was time for me to have a social life. Besides, I owed her a couple of favors, and this gig could be counted as one of them."
She uncrossed her arms and blew softly on her coffee. Simeon was intrigued by the view down her shirt.
"You don't seem like the type not to have a social life. You're and extremely beautiful woman."
She raised her eyes at him.
"Yeah. Thanks."
He shook his head.
"Not a complement."
"Would you rather have me say, "I'm glad you find me so?" It'd be fancier, but equally true."
"Anything that comes out of your lips is enough for me."
She looked at him dubiously and he reached across the table and started playing with her hand. First he ran his fingertips softly over it, then massaged lightly. It gave her goose bumps.
"Yeah, fine, whatever Simeon."
"Simi, please."
She raised her eyebrows at that one.
"Simi? Isn't Simeon bad enough?"
He faked mock hurt, his eyes took on a puppy-dog look and she couldn't help but smile.
"Aww, you don't like my name? You know, you're the first woman who's said that."
"And I'll bet I'm the last."
Continued in Part 3.