That’s when he came.
A tall, dashing young man who went by the name of Zander came rolling into our town. His Mustang’s stereo blasting the sweet sound of classic rock. All of us girls were awestruck. How could you not be when you are standing next to someone only the gods could have crafted.
He was absolutely beautiful.
He made eyes with the pretty ones, winked at the shy ones, and smiled at the old ones. And by the end of the week, everyone was talking about the legendary Zander.
During my shift at the Diner, he came in. He sat his cute little booty in one of our 50’s style booths, and began to flip through the menu.
“What can I get you?” I said, praying that I wouldn’t make a fool of myself.
“I’ll just start with a coffee. No sugar, two creams.” He said. God, his voice was even lovelier than his face.
I ran to the kitchen, grabbed him that coffee, and strolled my way back to his table.
“Here you go, sir.” I said, trying my best to please him.
“Thank you, love.” He said, with a sparkle in his eye, and a smile wide across his lips.
I could’ve sworn that right there at that moment, I fell in love with Zander.
For the next week and a half, Zander came into the diner everyday. He always ordered a coffee, and he always gave me his award winning smile. As days grew deeper, so did my affection for him. We began to have real conversations, and we began to become friends. He was everything I had ever dreamed of, and he was everything I believed I couldn’t have. I drew myself to think that he was out of my league, and that I didn’t stand a damn chance. He was amazing, and I was just okay.
One Thursday morning, he came in for his regular coffee, two creams.
“So you know, I’ve seen you everyday for the past week, and I still don’t know your name.” He said, a teasing look playing around his perfectly green eyes.
“Oh, I guess that would be a good thing to know.” I said, words stumbling. He gave me a look like I was forgetting something important.
“Oh, right! Duh. I’m Lydia. But everyone here calls me Leah. ”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you Leah. I’m Zander,” he said, holding out his hand. I shook it, saying “Nice to meet you Zander.” He smiled. Goodness, he had beautiful teeth. Like two rows of really tiny, perfectly white sheep.
“Would you like to join me and my daily cup of coffee?” He asked me, smiling. I scanned the Diner. The only other customer here was a sweet old man in the corner, reading the Sunday paper a few days too late. I noticed the front page story was about the Plague, and how horrible it was becoming, but all I could think of was Zander and his beautiful teeth.
“I’d love to join you for coffee.” I said to him. He smiled, motioning to the seat across from him. I sat down, grabbing the coffee cup from a nearby empty table, and poured myself a glass.
“So why don’t you add sugar to your coffee?” I asked as I ripped open two packets of Sweet ‘n’ Low.
“I mean, cream is great, but isn’t your coffee still bitter?” He looked at me, rolling my words over and over again in his head, deciding how to answer my question.
“I don’t put sugar in my coffee because sugar mutes the truth. It hides the true flavor of things. Sugar is like many people, they may look sweet, and delicious, but underneath they are just a bitter cup of black coffee.” A sense of broodiness came over Zander. His posture changed, his smile turned into a look of pain, his eyes stared blankly into the distance.
“Zander…Zander.” I said softly as I waved my hand in front of his face.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” He said to me. “I must’ve blanked off.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “So what, you don’t like sugar. No biggie.” I said, using my smile to repair any damage.
“I, yeah… I guess so.” He said. “Listen, I have to go. Are you free tomorrow night?” He asked me. My heart fluttered a billion times. Zander, the legendary Zander, the man of my dreams, the weirdo who doesn’t like sugar, was going to ask me on a date!
“Yeah, I’m free.” I said all nonchalantly.
“Cool,” he said smiling. “Do you want to hang out? I could make you dinner at my place. I’m a pretty decent chef.” He said. Okay Leah, stay calm. Do not wreck this. Be cool. Be cool…
“Yeah, that sounds pretty awesome.” I said accidentally lisping on the “S” in awesome. Shoot. Maybe he didn’t notice.
“Great, meet me here at seven and we can walk over there.” He threw a couple bucks on the table, downed the rest of his sugarless coffee, and headed out the door.
I squealed for delight, dancing and grooving out of sheer happiness.
“Now little lady, don’t go getting yourself knocked up.” The old man said from the corner.
I started writing this at work one day… I think it has potential. I just need to finish it. :) Give me feed back, and ideas!