Monday has rolled around again and I’ve found myself gravitating towards writing down another start for a possible story. I think I’m going to keep going with this. I like sharing them with the world. It’s a great exercise to keep the imagination flowing and one that I hope can inspire others to do the same.
Coffee With a little Sugar
It was her hair that first caught his eye. The soft waves of gently curling auburn had flashed past his vision as she hurriedly collected her order of coffee and busily packed her bag at the same time.
Later he would find that her eyes were a deep hazel and her breath smelt permanently of warm dark roast, but for now, his entire world focused upon the red hair that held him spellbound.
He watched as, almost in slow motion, a folder fell from the precariously piled mountain of files on her table and without thinking, he bent down to pick it up. The shocked smile that greeted him as he handed it to her caused his heart to skip a beat.
“Urmm, thanks?” Her voice was slightly high pitched and a little nervous. He wondered what it would sound like in the throes of rapture.
“No problem. You looked like you could do with a helping hand,” he said, making sure to keep his words as non-threatening as he could. She had the feel of a deer caught in a headlight about her.
Half laughing, half groaning, she replied, “Was it that obvious?” She sighed and started to play with the sleeve of her blouse. “I had this dumped on my desk this morning and I’ve just been told upper management want it in by the end of the day. It’s not even my job but Charlotte’s decided it’s not her’s either and she’s my boss, so…” The woman shrugged as if to say ‘what can you do?’
He looked down at the folder in his hand and saw his own company’s logo on the front. Carefully, he handed it back and asked, “So what is it that you do?” He moved a chair to the side and motioned as if to ask, ‘may I sit?’
The woman smiled and said, “Sure, why not?” Taking a deep breath she added, “I work for this big security firm down in the south-side called Jaggars, most people that aren’t in the business haven’t heard of it,” she added, sounding almost apologetic. Scrunching her forehead slightly, she continued, “But I love it there. The guy that runs the place is a genius and can’t be beaten when it comes to strategy and planning. He actually thinks about things. He doesn’t just tell people to buy a big dog and better locks. If you can afford it, he’ll come to your house and really see the security flaws, then tell you how best to fix them. And once a month, he’ll pick someone who can’t afford it, but really needs his help, and he’ll just, go help them.” She looked him in the eye then, and he had to fight to keep his face straight. “I’m just a small part of the big picture but I’m happy, just to know that I’m helping make good people’s lives a bit better. He never works for anyone bad, you know? I honestly don’t know how he finds these things out…but he always just seems to know. At least that’s what I’ve heard.” She smiled shyly again. “I’ve never met him.”
There was a whole history there just waiting to be uncovered, he knew, but for now, he just allowed himself to get lost in her smile. He’d never expected it, but the praise that was coming from this total stranger was unexpectedly heartwarming. “I’m sure he’d be impressed by your dedication,” he said and watched her laugh.
“Oh, I’m sure he doesn’t even know my name.”
“And I’m sure that he wouldn’t need to, to notice such a charming, talented and generous lady,” he countered, loving the way she blushed.
Life for John had suddenly become a lot more interesting.
Enjoy your Monday, Sophie, signing out.