Just Another Ordinary Girl

Just another ordinary girl, who's life changes with one word... hello


3. Kathryn

After Louis had gotten his question off of his mind, the atmosphere eased considerably, and he became the perfect coffee partner. He seemed untouched and unfazed by the awkward aura that I was sure that I was giving off and his conversation skated over any sticky patches or holes in my replies.

I took the last sip of my Peppermint Mocha, and fumbled around in my bag for my purse so that I could pay our bill. “I’ll get that,” He said.

“I can pay for our bill you know,” I said with a cheeky grin. “I’m not some homeless person that you picked up on the side of the road.” I worked the late afternoon shift, 3 days a week at a cute little café by my flat.

“Oh, sorry, I seem to have forgotten that,” He teased me. “That’s usually the kind of people I bring to Starbucks with me.” He winked. My heart fluttered like a trapped bird. However, he pushed my hand away, when I tried to set some money on top of the receipt. “Please, allow me to get it.” He said firmly.

“A- Alright,” I stuttered, left breathless by the single touch. Nobody else had ever had this effect on me. I gathered my scrambled thoughts while he paid our bill with money from his wallet. Once the bill was paid, tip included, I pushed my chair back from the table and lifted my bag off the side of the chair where it had previously been hanging. “Are you ready to go?” I asked him.

“Yes,” He said, also standing up and throwing me a breathtaking smile. We crossed the Starbucks floor, reaching the double glazed glass door that was the exit. I groaned out loud at the thought of going out into that frigid cold again. “Are you alright?” Louis asked.

“Yes,” I confirmed, “I just really don’t want to go back out into that freezing wind again!” I said with a small laugh. I had put my coat back on, and threw my hood up. It was still raining. Knowing that the rain would make the cold worse, I took a deep breath and turned to Louis. “Okay,” I said, “Let’s go.”

We took the first step outside, and immediately the cold his me in the face. A sharp gust of wind blew freezing cold raindrops into my face, and I closed my eyes at the horrible contact. My face still screwed up, I broke into a fast walk, my goal to reach the car as soon as was humanly possible.

Louis had to jog to keep up with me, as I had a head start, and soon enough we reached the car. I opened the door, stepping inside and putting the key into the ignition. The car warmed up almost immediately as the heater started working. I shook off my coat and assessed the damage to my makeup in the mirror. It was surprisingly untouched and I was very grateful for that. “It’s cold out there, isn’t it?” Said Louis, once we were settled into the car and both of our jackets were thrown onto the back seats.

“Very,” I agreed truthfully. I reversed out of the parking space and onto the road. We made small talk until we arrived at the university. “Um… Louis?” I asked hesitantly.

“Yes?” He answered. He threw a smile at me, making me feel more at ease.

“For our… date… tonight, what should I wear? Are we going somewhere formal?” I asked. I blushed at the word date, not knowing whether I should call it that or not.

“Yes,” He answered. “We are going somewhere rather formal, so maybe a nice dress? Something along those lines. Don’t worry about the wind or the cold; it will be very warm inside.” He said with a smile. He looked slightly nervous, his unaffected act slipping up for just a second. “Okay,” I said, smiling at him again.

“Thank you.” A thought occurred to me. “Won’t you need my address? I asked him.

“Hang on,” He said. “Give me your phone, please?” He asked, holding out his hand. Nervously I handed it over. He typed on it for a brief second, then handed it back. “Now you have my number, and you can text me your address.” He gave me a grin.

“Okay,” I said, seeing how this would work. “Thank you, again, for the coffee and everything,” I blushed. “And… see you tonight.” I said quietly.

“You will certainly.” He said. He stepped out of the car, and walked away. Oh God. A date. Tonight. Great. The drive home seemed much shorter than the drive there had. I was so immersed in my thoughts that it took me a minute to realize that I had reached my flat again.

I grabbed my coat from the back seat and put my arms through the sleeves. Taking the keys out of the ignition, I turned to open the car door and stepped out. I grabbed my bags, before shutting the door and made my way up the small path, to the front door of my ground-level flat. I looked for the keys in my bag and put them into the door, turning so that the door swung open. I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. I sunk down, so that I was sitting on my bum, back resting on the door.

I still had my coat and shoulder bag on me, but I didn’t really care. I sat there, thinking about how just this morning, I had sworn off men for a while. Here I was again. I sat there for about 10 minutes, when my phone rang, shrill and demanding from inside my bag. I searched frantically for my bad, fumbling with the zip to open it and grab my phone before the call dropped. “Hello?” I answered.

“Hey!” My best girlfriend, Kathryn greeted me. “Where were you? I came to your place like an hour after your lecture ended and you weren’t home!” She said, her annoyance breaking through. “I wanted to tell you what happened between me and Kyle last night!” Kyle was her on-again off-again boyfriend.

“I’m sorry Kat,” I apologized. “I was out at Starbucks with a friend from uni,” I told her. I glanced at the clock that I could see in the kitchen. I had more than enough time. “Why don’t you come over for a bit, and you can tell me all about you and Kyle? I’ll make the tea,” I asked, hoping she would come so that I could get this Louis-thing off my chest.

“Okay, I’ll be there in 10 minutes!” She said, excitable as always. She hung up the phone. I sighed and groaned as I pulled myself off the floor. I unzipped my coat, hanging it on the coat-rack, took off my beanie, throwing it on the couch and kicked off my Tomys, replacing them with comfortable slippers.

Walking into the kitchen, I put the kettle on and put 2 teabags into mugs. I then walked to the living room and flicked on the TV, putting Greys Anatomy on, and flopped on the couch. I then decided to put on my comfy sweat pants, and get out of my damp skinny jeans. Once that was done, I walked back into the living room just in time for a knock on the door to announce that Kat was here.

I muted the TV and went to open the door for her. She barged in, not bothering to greet me as we had just spoken on the phone. She walked into the kitchen while I shut the door and started pouring the water into the teabag filled mugs. After adding milk and sugar, she sat on the couch and launched into her story. I sat next to her while she told me about her and Kyle getting back together (again) and how she was madly in love with him (again).

I listened intently to her story, alarm bells ringing in my head. Kyle was Jason’s best friend. Every time he and Kat were together, he left her broken hearted. I left it, knowing that it would end in tears no matter what I said, and also knowing that I would be her shoulder to cry on.

After she had finished with her story, I started on mine. After telling all about what had happened at uni today, her mouth was hanging open, her tea forgotten about. “You. Have. A. Date.” She said, slowly. “Tonight.” I nodded, unsure of where this was going. She screamed and reached over to give me a hug. “Yay! You’re finally over that absolute asshole!”

I laughed. “Yes, I am.” I looked at the time. She had been her for 3 hours! I still had to figure out what to wear and get ready! “Kat, I have to get ready now,” I said, glancing at the time on my phone again.

“Enough said!” She said, happily. “I’ll leave, then you can get beautifying!” She said, standing up. I stood up too. “Good luck for your date tonight, have fun, and you have to tell me all about it tomorrow, okay?” She said.

“Alright Kat,” I laughed, hugging her goodbye.

“Love you!” She called as she walked out the door, shutting it behind her. Now it was time for me to get ready. I walked into my bedroom, walking over to my cupboard. I opened the doors, looking at my selection of formal dresses. Before I made my choice however, I realized that I still needed to text Louis my address. I ran back into the living room, grabbing my phone. After typing out my address, I hit the send button and put my phone back down on the couch. I needed to go and choose an outfit now and get ready! Should be… fun?

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