08 November, 2011

Love in the Air

I had slipped on my new blue vintage dress, and pulled on my boots before I left for the market. It is such a nice day. No clouds, very sunny, and warm. The perfect day to spend it outside. And that’s what I planned to do.

The market isn’t very far from my apartment, and I have to pass hundreds of little shops. I walked by a small coffee shop on the way. It was the cutest thing. Outside has a couple wrought iron tables and chairs. The air smelled delicious. It kind of reminded me of something you’d see in a French romance movie.

I walked inside, and it was so inviting. There were plants everywhere; on the tables, window sills, and counters. The walls are a very calming chocolate color. All kinds of pastries filled the display cases.

I was too busy looking around and admiring everything, that I didn’t notice the guy in front of my. We bumped into each other, and his drink was knocked out of his hand.

“Oh my God. I’m so, so sorry.” I said, bending down to pick up the cup. He bent down, too and grabbed the cup before I could.

“No, no. It’s okay, really.” He stood up, and offered his hand to help me up. I looked up at him and smiled.

This guy was way taller than me. He had blonde hair and the clearest blue eyes. He was wearing a plaid shirt and blue jeans, and it made him look really good. Everything about this guy was very attractive.

I blushed when I realized that we were staring at each other.

“I’m still really sorry. Please let me buy you another coffee?”

“It’s actually chai tea. I can’t stand the taste of coffee.”

“Oh, I love chai tea!”

“Well then, let me buy us some, and maybe we can talk? I mean, you do owe me since you knocked my cup out of my hand.” He smiled at me, and I couldn’t refuse an offer like that.”

“Yeah, sure. My name’s Tilly by the way.”

“Nice to bump into you. I’m Foster.” We smiled to ourselves, and made our way to the front of the line. “So, what kind of chai would you like?”

“I usually get vanilla spiced.”

“Perfect. That’s my favorite kind.” He smiled and took a hold of my arm, after we had our tea. “Shall we find a place to sit?”

We found a table outside in the sun, and he sat down across from me. He is such a handsome guy. There’s nothing wrong with him as far as I can tell.

“So, do you live around here?” Foster asked.

“Yeah, actually not too far. I just moved into the apartment a few months ago.”

“Where did you live before?”

“Some small town in New Jersey. Nothing special.”

“Well, Tilly from some small town in New Jersey, I could give you a taste of this big city, Oregon. If you’d like?” His eyes lit up, and I nearly melted.

“Of course. I would love that very much.” I tried to catch myself before I started staring at him again, but I was too late. He caught onto what I was trying to do, and grinned even wider.

“You know, Tilly, you’re a very interesting person. I would like to get to know you more.” He blushed slightly at his bluntness, and so did I.

“I’d like that. You’re not boring, and very cute.”

“Do you want to go see a show tonight? Around say, seven o’clock? Don’t worry about dinner either. I’ve got that covered, too.”

“What kind of show?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll be a surprise.”

“Sure.” I smiled at him, and wrote my number on a napkin. “Want to meet up here?”

“Sounds like a plan.” I stood up from my seat, and grabbed my purse.

“I’ll meet you here at six-thirty. Don’t be late.” He hugged me, and his scent stayed with me the rest of the night.

The Rainy West

I woke up to the rain pattering against my bedroom window. It was going on ten in the morning, but the room was a gloomy grey. My little border collie mutt was all spread out on the other side of the bed, enjoying the extra sleeping time.

“Come on, Tansy. Let’s get you something to eat, and outside for a walk. Though I think we need the rain boots again.” Tansy looked up at me, and crawled her way to my side, so she could lick my hands and face. “Okay, girl. That’s enough.”

I went to the kitchen and put the tea on before I fixed Tansy her breakfast. She was the best dog I ever had. I found her on the streets a couple of weeks after I moved to Portland. Poor little thing was as lost as I was. I don’t know what I would have done without her through the hardships here.

I was working two jobs, missing life back home, and hating everything. But, when I came home, and saw how happy she was to see me, I knew things would be okay.

Tansy barked at the person who knocked at the door, and I jumped out of my daydreams.

“Shh. Tansy, be quiet. Let’s see who’s at the door.” It was Mrs. Beasly from across the hall.

Mrs. Beasly was the kindest and gentlest old lady. Her and her husband have been living in these apartments since they were nineteen. They mostly keep to their own business, but Mrs. Beasly and I always find time to have tea and talk. Though it was usually later in the afternoons.

“Good morning, Mrs. Beasly. Do you want to come in and have some tea? It should be about ready.”

“Oh sure, deary. I was just coming over to give you some biscotti’s I baked last night. But, I guess it’s always pleasant to have some company with your morning tea.” She smiled and handed me a plate full of biscotti’s.

No one could ever beat Mrs. Beasly’s Italian cooking. She made home cooked meals four times a day. Every day. And she always brought me the leftovers.

She sat down at the tiny table beside the window. I brought over the tea, milk, and sugar and sat down opposite of her.

The window is fairly large, and it’s definitely the main source of natural lighting in the small apartment. On the window sill, there are pots filled with herbs and manageable veggies. It’s the perfect place to sit at night with a cup of hot chocolate and overlook the city.

“Tilly, I love coming over here and having talks with you. Your home is so bright and clean. The yellow walls in here just make me the cheeriest person all day. I’d say you’re quiet the homemaker.” She smiled, and brought the tea cup to her lips. Mrs. Beasly was the ideal old lady in my mind. Her grey, almost white, hair was always up in a tight bun. Every day she wore her dresses, and her make up was perfect. I would love to have her as a grandmother.

“Thank you, Mrs. Beasly. But, I’d be a better homemaker if I only knew how to really cook.”

“Hunny, please call me Edith. You make me feel so old when you call me Missus. And you’re so young! You have all the time in the world to perfect your cooking skills. I’ll even come over in the noons you don’t waitress and teach you.”

“That would be wonderful. Bringing home and eating leftovers from the restaurant isn’t always appetizing.” Mrs. Beasly nodded in argeement, and glanced outside as a bird fluttered out of view.

“I know it’s so rude to ask of others’ business, but I’ve been very curious. What made you come to the west coast? You’re so far from your home.”

“Oh, well, that’s such a long story. Really, I guess I needed something new. I felt like I would be stuck in my small town forever, and I wanted to explore.” I took a small sip from my cup, and set it down slowly. “My life wasn’t going in a good direction either. It was better for me to leave.” I added softly.

Mrs. Beasly looked at me for awhile, and nodded her head. “Well, I’m glad to have such a strong, beautiful woman living next door to me. Sometimes I wish I could’ve been as adventurous as you, Tilly. But, I must be off. Mr. Beasly will be wondering where I wondered off to now.”

She hobbled her way to the door, and I followed closely behind, thinking of her words. At the door, she hesitated a few moments, and turned to me.

“Tilly, you are a very strong and lucky lady. I know good things will head your way. God has some great things in store for you. I’ll be sure to pray that the bad stays away from you and your home.” She gave me a small hug, and scurried to her apartment. I closed my door as she entered hers. I stood facing the door for a couple more moments to think over everything that she said.

I really do hope she’s right. I thought. I can use some good right now.