Lucas showed up after about fifteen minutes, sandy blonde hair sparkling with raindrops and his eyes wary as entered the cafe. Maya was already there, sipping from her coffee as she chatted with the barista behind the counter. She hadn’t noticed him yet, which gave him a few minutes to observe her.
There was no doubt that she was beautiful – long, wavy golden blonde hair, slightly exotic cornflower blue eyes and a curvy, powerhouse little body at a petite 5’5, although she often enhanced her height with the heels she loved to wear. Maya was confident and brash, but often used that sarcasm and bravado to cover her insecurities and shy away from emotions. Although they had known each other for nearly three years, Lucas still hadn’t decided if he admired her or was afraid of her, which amused him a bit, since he had friends who had sisters, and they described their relationship much same way (not in those ‘exact’ words, and all off the record, of course. To a man, not one member of the Varsity baseball team would ever actually admit that they were afraid of their sisters, but the insinuation was there.)
She finished her cup and got up, finally noticing him standing just inside the door. He made his way over to where she was.
“What’s the emergency?”
“Not here. Come on.” She walked away, heading behind the counter of the cafe. Bewildered, he followed her through the kitchen and out the back through an iron-wrought gate, into a small courtyard. “Riley showed this to me when her mom was having the renovations done.” She said before he could ask. “Mrs. Svaroski owned the apartment right over there too. Don’t tell Riley, but I think her parents are thinking of giving it to her as a graduation present eventually, especially if she goes to NYU.”
Lucas nodded absently as he looked around. The courtyard was whimsical, almost like a secret garden, complete with ivy and wisteria climbing up the walls and an old fashioned bench swing in the corner under a modified gazebo cover. He breathed in deep and caught the faint smell of honeysuckle and the buzz of hummingbirds as they flitted from flower to flower.
“It totally fits her.” He murmured, thinking of the brown-eyed girl who still believed in Pluto and looked at the world with stars in her eyes. Shaking his head, he returned to the topic- and girl – at hand. “Maya, why are we here?”
She walked up to him, moving before he could react to grab the lapels of his jacket – and pull his head down to hers, mashing their lips together.
One one thousand, two–bleech!
Lucas jerked away, sputtering. “What the fucking hell was that?”
Maya’s brows shot up in surprise, despite her disgusted expression; in the two years that she had known him, she had never heard him curse.
“I’m a military brat and a rancher’s grandson. Just because I don’t say or do certain things around you or Riley doesn’t mean I don’t do them.” He snapped, reading her expression and wiping a hand over his mouth. “Why did you do that?”
“Because nobody does anything!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.
His eyes narrowed as he recognized the phrasing. The last time she had used it, it had been when she had asked him out to the movies because she was tired of him and Riley dancing around each other. He had responded to that invitation by showing up to the Matthews’ apartment later that afternoon to ask Riley out on a date. “Well, unlike last time, you failed to ‘light the spark’ this time around.”