A Modern Persephone

There was no way i could meet this "Luc" person. But part of me wanted to. And as each hour got closer and closer to twelve o'clock that part became more and more insistent. So, i got dressed, telling myself that i was just going to go for a walk to clear my head. Just to get my thoughts organized so that they in no way allowed me to even THINK about meeting this person.

It wasn't until i was standing outside the Square Deal Cafe that i realized my brain was obviously conspiring against me. I tugged my wrist past the sleeve of my sweater to check the time. I was a little early...Not that i was going to stay.

The Square Deal was a strange place. I went here all the time, but the wierdness of the place never failed to make my mouth drop at least once while i was there. The place took its name quite literally. Plates, cups, and even the food served were all in the shape of cubes, rectangles or just plain ol' squares. Nothing was any other shape, and it was all done in loud primary colors that clashed loudly with eachother in the small ,and often dusty, cafe.

Standing outside, waiting to make up my mind, it occured to me that if i met this "Luc" and managed to scare them away, then i could go back to enjoying my weekend. So, i went in. Making one more decision that made it sooo much easier for him.

The place was moderatly busy, with people waiting in line to buy coffee and square cookies. I sat down by a window where i could see the people comming in and going out. I had apperently decided to show up, but that didn't mean that i was here to be friendly. Twisting and turning my head to get a view of the corner down the block, i was very, very aware of the minutes passing. It was sort of like what i imagined a blind date would be like. Though this was not how i had pictured my first one happening.

I leaned away from the window to check my watch again, and when i looked up, there was a man across the street.

I will never forget that frist time i saw him. His dark, curly hair was being tossed around by the gust of each car that passed him, and his hands were deep in the pockets of a black wool jacket. This man was tall, and broad, and as dark as i was pale. Where i was whites and creams and pale pinks, he was all tan, bronzed and dark.

This man was also staring right at me.