Day two and three: 

Part One: 

The coffee wasn't bad, rather it was strong, which did matter to me; if it didn't give my senses a good swift kick, then the point of me having any of the liquid brown was none.

The hole in the wall establishment was in decent shape, although some aspects of the deco could have been puked right out of a Nineteen Forties or Fifties movie scene; but being a slightly enthusiast for the golden age myself, I found it intriguing.
My one largely sought question was why this place stood barely a few feet away from the railway and had yet become the 'other' prominent coffee institute, was staggering to me; every few hundred feet seemed to be a newer one built.

Though looking around like I always caught myself doing; the whole 'people' watching fiasco; I began noticing that time may had forgotten to take these people and building by the hand and lead them into the twentieth first century.

Women wearing larger collars around their neckline than I remember anyone ever wearing back home; shirts fitted and dripping further down the calf; it looked like hell to walk in.

I suddenly thought of Sarah from earlier, she hadn't been dressed quit like this, although come to think of it, she wasn't exactly showcasing the newest fashions to hit the market; If I remember correctly she had had on rather prestige looking pastel patted blazer with matching pant. I couldn't place where I had seen this or that it was even needed to further think about until, seeing these women here in the coffee shop.

Perhaps one or two wore similar attire, but it appeared that not one group suggested to belong to the same timeline. The feeling suddenly made me ponder if this is how American people feel when visiting other countries; wearing completely the wrong decade or clothes to fit the culture they had descended onto.

The oddness hit me abruptly and convincingly as I took up my cup of joe and placed it next to my bottom lip.

I hesitated with every silent moment that kept rolling by. I caught myself wanting to ask something, but my mouth would cease from cracking open the slightest noise. That damn anxiety seemed to know exactly when to pick up speed and hinder me incompetent.

"How long are you going to be here for?" he quickly inquired.

That was a good question. I didn't know where I was, let alone how long for; maybe I should play it safe and lie.

"I suppose, I'm here 'till I feel the need to leave." I shipped that out quickly; he may be cute, but I am not dumb; you can't always trust a pretty face the moment you set eyes on them.

He snickered; plopping back against the chair rest, reaching for his café latte with an extra shot of espresso. "I'll just have to give you a reason to stay longer in town."

The sentence echoed off again in my brain. I smiled politely as I could but err... on the inside there was a lil' back flip gymnastics landing a ten.

Here I was, this freshly new girl here, and I've already gotten a taste of what a bit of hospitality and what adult flirtation can be. I'd been with Chris for most of my teen years; from the ripe ole age of thirteen until graduating high school together. We were that sweet High school sweethearts cliché that had found love earlier than most had the right to; never imagining he'd be so cavalier about our relationship; about his commitment; his freakin' promises that now seemed to be fading more and more with the distance I placed between me and that place.

He could see I was contemplating something fierce within myself, as he shifted in the chair, leaning over the freakishly small round table and placing his hand upon my own. The suggestion/gesture brought me out of the memories I was reliving. My eyes flitted to him under my lashes; an emotion I hadn't expected to feel... I was happy to be touched.

"I won't hurt you." he expressed.

The saying caught me off guard as my insides were twisting; vibrating in a tug-a-war; whisking all emotional response into one singular sign... is this what I truly need right now; am I even ready for this? I wanted to desperately peel back my eyes sockets and let them flow; yet, since I had reprimanded myself from releasing the lake that would be years ago; I placed my free hand upon his which had never left mine.

"I believe you." I confided.