When I got home I threw my computer bag onto the kitchen counter and ran to the bathroom to pee like nobody’s business, which I guess I shouldn’t have shared. Anyway, after that unmentionable act I grabbed my computer and sat on the couch to enjoy some mindless entertainment. Which I could have done if my mindless self hadn’t forgotten my charger. I knew right where it was too. Could just visualize it all alone at the coffee shop table, it wondering what it had done to be so neglected.
Making myself pity an inanimate object I gathered my things and headed back to the coffee shop.
Luckily not many people have made a home there today. Just a couple of elderly folks at a table across the way and a few teenagers sitting at the bar.
I walk over to my table and see it occupied. A male is sitting where I once was and he seems to be staring at me, making me very uncomfortable yet…excited?
I begin walking over to the table and he looks down at his coffee as if I’m blind and didn’t see him burning a hole through me with his eyeballs.
“Hi, I was sitting here like an hour ago..”
“Am I in your seat? I can move no prob…”
“No, no, I just left…”
“This is yours?” he says pulling the charger from his pocket.
“My charger! Yes, he probably thought I was never coming back.” Good job Magnus show all your crazy first-hand.
“He said you would be back. Told me to keep him warm till you did, so I put him in my pocket.”
“Oh, did he now?”
“Sure did. Said his owner was an immaculate beauty that would never abandon him. I was like, an immaculate beauty, huh? He said, you won’t believe your eyes.”
I hadn’t even realized I was sitting across from him now. Who the hell was this guy?
“Who the hell are you?” I ask in a raspy whisperish tone.
“I’m Scott,” he replies mid laugh. “Who the hell are you?”
“I don’t want to say.”
“Why? Are you famous or something?”
“If I were famous I wouldn’t have to tell you who I am, you would already know.”
“Maybe I do, just seeing if you will tell the truth.”
“I’m not famous, I just don’t want you to laugh.”
“At what? Your name? Why would I laugh at your name?”
“It’s not a conventional name.”
“I promise I won’t laugh.”
“You better not or your shins will feel my wrath.”
“I’m going to shit myself in suspense.”
Who says something like that…besides Alice that is. I look him in the eyes and he seems genuine enough.
“My name is Magnus.”
“Who named you? Mom or Dad?”
“My mom. My dad wanted to call me Carol.”
“Yikes. Imagine if you were a Carol.”
“I’d probably wear more tube socks.” The fuck does that mean?, I contemplate in my mind.
He just smiles and says, “Exactly.”
We sit for a few seconds in comfortable silence. He takes a sip of his coffee keeping his eyes on me, a slight smile creeps into the right corner of his mouth. He sets the coffee down.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“This is pretty much all I do.”
“Flirt with strangers?”
“No, sit at this coffee shop.”
“You a writer?”
“How’d you guess?”
“Coffee shop, computer charger, the tells are all there.”
“I haven’t shown my cards yet. Still have some surprises.”
“Don’t we all,” he pauses. “So, tomorrow night?”
“Right, I have an interview but after that I’m pretty free.”
“Got a pen?”
I reach into my pocket and pull out a red pen. He takes it from me and grabs my hand.
“Meet me here, eight o’clock.”
“Is this your sex dungeon?”
“If only,” he chuckles. “I wish. Seriously, there’s a good band playing there, you’ll dig them.”
“How do you know I’m not only into gangster rap?”
“Because you look intelligent.”
He stands. Walks beside me. Leans in close to my face. I really thought he was going to kiss me.
“You better be there,” he whispers.
“Why,” I whisper back.
“Because you’ll never forgive yourself.”
He leans back and walks out the door. I try not to turn around and watch him leave but I cannot control myself. For that was the strangest and most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me.