Abigail didn’t stop moving until she realized she got to a street she’d never, ever been to. For a moment she even forgot she wasn’t in Puerto Rico anymore. Her hometown Guaynabo, a place she knew well, was far away and only then she remembered she had no idea how to get back to the hotel or to at least the street she originally came from. “Uuugh! 😦 What was the darn name?!” Abigail stopped in front of a cute French-looking coffee shop, with white wire decorations and pots with many colorful flowers, to lament her stupidity while backtracking her way back to the Four Points on her GPS. With soundless steps and a very powerful presence, she felt a figure stop to stand right in front of her. A normal person would have looked up, but Abigail wasn’t known as abby_normal7191 on VampireFreaks.com for nothing! ‘Stupid, stupid’ she told herself as she kept her eyes focused on the cellphone. Google Maps! Amazon! Weather?! Show me anything!
“Hey” he said.
Poor Abigail face-palm her mind’s face so hard her nose would have bled if it had been in real life, and decided to bury her attention even deeper on the cell’s screen. “Hola” she answered in Spanish softly, after clearing her throat. She began looking up front with caution and noticed a few details of his clothes she’d failed to see before. Cut-out black jeans, old stained biker boots and a Ramones white t-shirt with a leather jacket. ‘OMG! He’s punk!<3’ Abigail bit her lip and swallowed slowly. Her heartbeats felt so hard on her chest, she could have sworn he might be able to hear it clearly.
“If… you think I’m really cute, why you are ignoring me?” He asked as he began to side step and hunt down her eyes from all possible angles. Back when he was in high school he would have used his hand to softly caress her face and have her look up at him. How much girls had liked that! But that was then. And this is now.
“I am not ignoring you” she said, turning off the cell and putting it back on her pocket. She could only runaway so far, so Abigail looked up and forgot her entire life for a moment. Name? Roberta. Age? Legal. SSN? PFFFT! Sex? Yes, please! She admired in detail his beautiful facial structure in deep, corny silence. Yes, he had long and perfect black hair, loose and natural behind his ears. Dark and deep eyes, almost as dark as the hair; several piercings in both ears, including plugs, and the twin snake bites in his lower lip.Chiseled features, straight out of a Western movie… #sosexy “I was uhm… answering a text.”
“Hmm…right.” He looked down and then back up again, with the cutest side smile on his face that Abigail had ever seen on a living person.
He had a weird, strong accent she’d never heard, sort of like coffee with too little milk. But of course, she’d never spoken with a Native American before and the truth is you should NEVER let yourself be guided by Hollywood movies. This guy didn’t look like Maguas a tall, but more like an even hotter version of Uncas. Maybe even the bad-ass baby brother of Mani. ‘Oh, yeah :)’ His t-shirt was a perfect fit with his body, not too loose but tight enough for her to notice he seemingly had a strong chest and a good shoulder line. #alabáloquevive “Can I, ahem, help you?” she asked with a fake sense of confidence, after a long silence. Not that she was annoyed by that, they were having a cute exchange of smiles and stares and he hadn’t made a sigh to be annoyed by that either.#suspicious
They found themselves at an apparent insidious situation… Abigail, the lost tourist. And Oz, the kindly local Native.
“Would you like to have some…?” he began inclining his head to the side. His hands were in his pockets, a rare gesture that could be easily confused with flirting. But she wasn’t gonna let him play around,he noticed almost instantly when…
“What?”she asked before he finished, with a bit more attitude than needed.Her eyebrows hardened a tad and her shy smile left her face for a second or two.
He raised his arms in surrender and laughed. “Coffee. There” he pointed at the French coffee shop behind them, just a few steps away.
He continued smiling, as if making fun of her but not offensively.Abigail blushed a bit and scratched the back of her head lightly. “Sorry.
“Why?”he asked. He stuck his tongue out at her and she noticed he also had a piercing there.
Oh, Lordy! “Sure. Let’s go get some coffee” she answered trying to control her embarrassment -and growing desires.
They entered the store, Abigail first because he opened the door for her. Differently from the street, the coffee shop had a homely feeling thanks to the warm and cozy temperature. That was surely possible thanks to the various huge ovens they had behind the counter with sweets in-the-making. And right there in front, next to the cashier and the barista, a long line of showcases with crystal panes -filled with cookies, muffins, cakes and such- flooded the clients’ eyes.
Piercings-guy joined the line, and Abigail followed him. She started to look at the menu on the wall hoping to find her favorite. She had a short neck,and a cheeky face, making her look like a cute little turtle. Not that he would say that anytime soon… “What are you gonna get?” he asked, also staring at the menu. Nothing that he wanted there. Ugh.
“Probably nothing, can’t see French Vanilla anywhere…”
“Why don’t you sit down and I call you when it’s our turn?”
Abigail chose a seat near the window, a comfy green couch that looked at the street and waited for him to call. For a moment she believed he must have been joking, he was taking too long but Abigail did not dare to look back. Surely he left and I’m here all alone waiting…but then a big mug of coffee appeared magically in front of her face,on an arm full of beautiful full-black tats.
The guy had taken off his jacket, he had it over his shoulder, and now she could see he had a sleeve of totemic tattoos from his wrist all the way up to his shirt’s sleeve. “Is that a full sleeve or just the forearm?”
Oz was genuinely surprised at the question, most chicks ask to touch the tat instead of pretending to have a non-sexual interest in it. “Full. It takes a bit of my chest, back and trapezoid too.”
“Hot…” she said zipping at the hot liquid and slightly burning her lips. The pain of shame and awkwardness. o.O
“Thank you. ^_^” he dropped his jacket on the table in front of them and sat down next to her. “I’d show you, but you know public places.”
“To be frank, I know nothing of Canada’s public places.” She answered. Abigail then asked him why he didn’t call her back to the line, as he said he would.
“Megh”he answered shrugging his shoulders and raising his feet to the table. Oz stared plainly at her, put his arm on the back of the couch behind her, but was very careful not to touch her. ‘Move slowly,Oz. Slowly.’
Abigail looked around to see if she had been put under custody inside a fishbowl or if she maybe had a big flashy sign on top of her head. The way he stared made her feel… well, she didn’t even know howto describe it. “What?” she asked plainly. ‘It isn’t surely attraction…’. Good luck didn’t just happen to her. Right?
“Nothing” he replied as he thought that she was really odd. Not as in fucked up odd (so far), but sort of interesting –and pretty odd. She had caught his attention with something as simple as a wink, and now didn’t even dare to look at his face. The chick kept sucking on her lip while trying not to stare at his piercings when he spoke and he couldn’t help to wonder how soft the skin of her legs might be.
“Thanks for the coffee, ahem, by the way” she whispered with lowered eyes.The coffee was perfectly delicious, and now she would relate the flavor to his good looks, probably for a long time after today.Abigail raised her eyes at him, only to meet those dark stings hardly fixed on her.
“You’re welcome” he bit his lower lip slowly as soon as her eyes went up to his face. Oz noticed how she took a deep breath and smiled for himself. Seduction 101.
#notepongasfrescopapeh “So?” she asked, after clearing her throat. Abigail crossed her legs and moved to a more comfortable position. ‘What am I doing?What do I do?’
“You are here because…?”
“I thought it would be fun to spend some time with you.”
He shrugged again, giving no vocal answer.
“Sorry to disappoint you.”
“I’ve not gone anywhere” he said, giving her a(nother) side smile to die for.
Touché, Mr. Native American. Touché. Abigail finished her coffee while they spoke about different things. She told him about her reason to be in Canada: vacations. A completely impertinent lie, but he didn’t needed to know she was looking for a job and new life. Holding back some private details to a complete ~HOT~ stranger isn’t necessary lying, but more like a precaution for the time being.
And Oz told her he was a member of a tribe about five hours away from the city. “Lived there most of my life.”
“A five hour drive? Wow!” That reminded her of those rare occasions when her family decided to take a small road-trip to Ponce or Mayagüez. She loved those family escapades (for the trip, not the company) but sadly, most the time it was only to see a few things in the town;such as a closing store with all inventory on clearance or to eat at a ‘different’ place other than McDonald’s or Wendy’s –like fucking BK.
“It’s not that bad. Rather come here every now and then, than to drive over to Whitehorse for any kind of reason.”
“Isn’t that right next to Alaska?”
Things began to get interesting between them but as they attempted to talk about books, music and movies, he received a text message. “Is that Rammstein?” Abigail could have sworn she recognized Feuir Frei tune as his ringtone.
“I am very impressed. :P” he said as he got up to leave after reading.”It’s been really nice to hang out with you, but I really need to go now.” Oz turned and started walking towards the door, sweet booty swaying inside those tights jeans.
Abigail was negatively awestruck. Was he in rush to meet up with his kitty-cat girlfriend? Or more precisely said, the she-wolf? “Oye!”she called after him. “Aren’t you gonna ask for my phone number?”she asked from the couch. Humiliating. So very much.
“Oh, well. Since you seem so interested to keep in touch…” He walked back and handed her a small folded paper he took out of his pocket. “…here you have it ;)”
‘Idiot!>:/’ she said to herself as she took the paper from his hand. Abigail added his number on her contact list -knowing that if she waited to do it later, she would most likely loose the damn paper-and smiled. ‘Oz’ seemed to be his name. “What kind of a name…?”she started but didn’t finish. When she looked up to where he’d been standing, the gorgeousness of man had already gone. Abigail looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen inside the shop. Only a few other clients and two employees remained.
She turned to look at the window and found him there, outside, staring at her with a wide mockingly smile. He waved goodbye and walked away,his eyes still fixed on hers. ‘It’s like he knows me already…’
‘What’s an adventure without a mystery?’ he told himself. Oz walked away, thinking on how he would decipher her secrets. Ben and Joe will be pleased to know she caught his attention enough to give her his number. He winked at her one last time and got lost amidst the people in the street. “Now to wait for her call…”
Abigail got up to leave the coffee shop, with a wide smile on her face, when the cashier called for her from behind the counter. A cute skinny kid with chubby cheeks and spiky strawberry blonde hair. The shirt dangled loosely around his arms, but on his chest and waist fitted nicely, because of the coral pink apron he wore. And the closer she walked to him, the more Abigail was sure his flushed cheeks were the result of expertly applied make up. “Can I have the number too?”
“I mean his, not yours.”
“Lol! In your dreams, buddy. >:D”
Hello everyone!! I know, I know, I’ve been MIA for long enough not to even bother share the reason why so I’ll just move on.
The little lecture above it’s part of the book I recently published on Amazon Kindle, I am sooooooooo exited! Did you guys enjoyed it?
I’ll be leaving the link to the sales page here, in case any of you feel curious to know how things go for Oz and Abigail after the coffee shop. Also you can reach out to me on the comments or DMs, I’m in need of reviews…
Thank you for taking the time to read this, have a good day!