Well, versed

I was sitting in a coffee shop studying my notes for my second of too many EMT classes. I didn’t want to be an EMT, I wanted to become a cop. At the time, I knew I would not be able to pass the psychological evaluation. Now, that I’ve obtained the questions and studied their system, I know I’ll pass. I’m currently on the waiting list for a new training program for women to enter the police force, so I’m biding my time.

I first saw his handsome face walk into the coffee shop. Tall, like a highball glass, with angles in his face that would make a geometry teacher, blush. Dark hair and eyes with the walk of a stallion; strong and purposeful. I saw his smile mirrored by the staff. All genders behind the counter were giddy and trying to serve him. He must know the owner’s mother because she got up, greeted and hugged him. I looked upon the scene with salacious envy and promptly tipped my table and the contents was headed onto the floor. I caught my muffin and drink with the speed of a Marvel hero, but the cutlery scattered all over the floor.

I was flustered, since I almost fell reaching for the dirty spoon and knife; but I didn’t hit my head. As I rose from under the table, I see a large pair of men’s black shoes and looked up to see the same handsome man with fresh cutlery and a glass of water. He was stunning and I was mesmerized. He said Mrs. Johnson wanted to make sure you were okay and the ice tea is your bonus. He checked the table and gently placed his items. I smiled tersely, so the saliva that was flooding my teeth would retreat down my throat. I said thank you and he said you’re very welcome, Miss. He pivoted, with the dirty silverware in hand and sauntered back to Mrs. Johnson’s table. I still didn’t know his name, but I knew I needed to become Mrs. Johnson’s new friend.

By the way, I got an A on my test.