Lucy tried in vain to calm herself, while her boots stomped the square block pavement. A litterer had thoughtlessly used the pavement to dump a coke can.
She imagined squeezing Mary into the can then kicking her into a passing black hole. That floral contrary Mary monstrosity, I’ll weed her right out of my garden. With that thought, she kicked the can as hard as she could. It skipped erratically along the pavement right into the mouth of a black Labrador. She mused, if only that Venus flytrap was in the can, she’d be wearing Eau de dog slobber.
Inside Café Rush Reginald waited anxiously. He had placed his order with Angela, two glasses of water. She had given him a strange look. One he interpreted as, you don’t really expect to sit in a café and not order something off the menu. He thought it would be appropriate to ask Lucy if she would like to order something to eat. Where is Lucy? He felt his nerves enter his mouth; he began to chew them. Reginald had not chewed his nails since he was a little boy. He realised what he was doing when he heard his mothers voice screaming in his head. Get your fingers out of your mouth. That is a disgusting dirty habit.
The door of Café Rush flung open. Reginald heard the door open but was unable to see the door. He half hoped it would not be Lucy. I’m not ready, she won’t like me, hell she knows nothing about me.
Angela knew the moment she saw Lucy who she was meeting. There was a glint in her eye and her cheeks flashed a neon sign. I’m here to meet the man in black with ocean eyes. So back off. Get a grip Angela thought.
Welcome to Café Rush are you alone today or is someone joining you?
Lucy peered around the counter then walked a few steps and looked around the corner.
Lucy felt her heart move to her throat; she was sure it was trying to break free. The feeling reminded her of the egg and milk bottle experiment but in reverse. Her palms were dripping a watery trail behind her; she hoped the waitress did not mind mopping. She relaxed momentarily when she caught Reginald removing his fingers from his mouth. It then dawned on her; he is nervous about me. Her life flashed her like a naked woman in a trench coat. What was I thinking. He is going to think I am disgusting; look at him, he wears every hair in place.
Before she sat down, she opened her mouth and placed both boots inside it
Can I call you Reggie?
She fumbled her seat onto the chair
I’m not sure I like Reggie
You can call me Reg if you like
Lucy I was thinking we probably should order something to eat. We are in a café and there is no charge for water. What do you think?
Shall we look at the menu?
Angela was close by and overheard Reginald suggest the menu. With that she glided to the table with two menus and a mental list of specials.