I remember sitting on the bar stool at the coffee shop, it was made of wood. The windows were rectangular with a beautiful view of the sunset at the beach; and I was drinking my third cup with Kevin, my partner from the lawfirm who happened to join me.
I always can tell when he gets anxious, it's usually when it's too long of a cigarette break. That's when he starts creating excuses, anything to go outside and smoke. He kept insisting on dropping his eyes to gaze at my very large breasts-- in the moments he thought I wasn’t looking.
I put a cigarette in between my lips and he immediately pulled out his lighter from the inside pocket of his brown blazer. We went outside on the sidewalk with the sandy beach across the road. Kevin wasn’t the most handsome man in the room but he certainly had style. His broad physique looked really nice in his clothes, and I use to always dream about seeing him without a shirt. He had the kind of arms that can make a girl say yes.
I wanted him to take me away from this place, to take me away from the firm, away from the courtrooms, but what I really wanted was for him to take me away from my life. The first time we met was right here on this old piece of pavement, we were dressed in our business attires as usual, and I never went anywhere without my favorite lipsticks. Kevin was always nice enough to light my cigarettes, but when we first met he had the appearance of a wounded dog, three years has pass since then-- and yet he still has that same beat up and defeated look.
“You going to smoke your cigarette or just stare at my face all day?” he said. *Kevin is a man of class like my father who's family are descendants in a long line of aristocrats.
My father always fancied the piano and he would dance with my mother by the fireplace, that was one of his favorite pastimes during those cold winter nights at our family cabin in wyoming. I was the only child so my mother always bought me lots of dolls to play with, but when I became more of a teenage girl-- well, you see, I was getting more attention from all the boys at school.
They liked to whistle at me whenever I walked by, but during his last years of living my father and I were intimately close. I forgot to make room for any other boy in my heart. Then one night I met up with kevin at a downtown hollywood party, where he offered to buy me a drink.
When I awoke several hours later in a single bedroom apartment, I was laying on the couch in his shirt, while he was standing in the kitchen adjacent to me making breakfast. Although we work together, we barely spoke to each other after that.
Instead we spent our times avoiding each other and kept our past interaction a secret. Now here we are standing on the outside of the same coffee shop. I took a few puffs and responded,
“It's not everyday you offer to help me.” He only smirked at my remark but for me it was enough. It was a start.
“Listen we need to take care of the Billy Green case,” he replied.
“It's always business before pleasure with you.” *
After our talk I watched him walk down the street into his black sports car which he then pulled around and parked next to me. I got inside and we drove off into the sunset.
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