She met him in the street
She was too preoccupied with trying to answer her phone before it went to voicemail
She crashed into him causing her phone to drop to the floor
She started to mumble her apologies while trying to retrieve her phone but he was trying to get his friends attention who was on the other side of the street
He walking towards his mate and her crashing into him
Fate
Or two people who aren't looking where the fuck they're heading
She retrieves the phone but the call has ended and the screen is cracked
Shot to shit
She is pissed not with him but with herself
He feels guilty
He says she can follow him round the corner to his flat to use his phone
I already have a phone the screens just all fucked but still works
Well, let me make you a coffee to apologise
She then notices he is carrying a bottle of milk and a pack of fags
I don't smoke
Neither do I
She laughs
Okay, just don't murder me
He laughs
I don't murder women in my house. Im not that stupid
Sheepishly she follows him to his flat
When inside she tells him she's just been for a interview and she thought it might of been them
He asks why they would be calling straight after the interview?
I don't know. I just….. I don't know
White or Black
What?
Your coffee?
Oh, black no sugar…..thanks
She starts to look around his flat while he makes the coffees. Decent size. Arty Photographs on the wall and lots of vinyl. Too much vinyl. A suspicious amount.
He comes into the living room carrying two cups of coffee. One black. One white. You don't like milk?
Dilutes the taste. I like my coffee to match my heart and mood, black she says theatrically as she sweeps her hand across her forehead and turns away
He raises his eyebrows because he's not sure what to make of her and he likes that
No, I just prefer my coffee without milk..more pure
Why all the vinyl? You can't possibly listen to that much
Im a seller, here. He passes her his card
Wow, you even have a website and business card. Very professional
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