"Grace," The woman called "your coffee's ready." "Thanks." I say taking the coffee, giving her a shy smile. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry!" I looked down at my spilled coffee all over my boots and back up at the stranger. I notice his bright blue eyes and curly blonde hair. "I'm so sorry..." "Um, it's fine." I say wiping up the spilled coffee with a napkin. "I'm so sorry." He repeats. "Its okay, I got it." "Well, let me help." "I'm Tom." He says after we throw away our coffee soaked napkins. "I'm Grace." I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks.
"Could I get you another coffee? I'm really sorry." "You already said that. I actually have to get going."
"No! I insist." "Okay." I say biting my lip.
For the next couple of hours we sit and talk, you would've thought we were old friends who haven't seen each other in years. "Oh shit," I say looking down at my phone. Four missed calls all from Caleb. "I was supposed to meet my boyfriend an hour and a half ago." "Oh, you should probably go."
"Yeah I should." I say standing up.
"Well it was nice meeting you, Grace."
"Nice meeting you too." We shake hands and I race out to my car.
Caleb's not going to like this.