Another Fivtive Romance, chapter 5
The waiter came back with my order and also the coffee that the black-dressed man sitting so close to me had ordered. I didn't know where to put my hands, I was so unsure. At last I put them around my mug of cappuccino and I quickly glanced at him to see if he was there still, and he sure was and he was now looking back at me behind the sunglasses, smiling. I quickly looked away again and held my face directed to my mug. I left the coffeehouse quickly after that and hadn't even touched my cheese sandwich. I always have had a problem with eating when some gorgeous guy is in the same room.
I started walking away from the coffeehouse towards the bus station to catch the next bus to the city. I sat down on a bench after I had checked the time; the next one should be here within 20 minutes. After a couple of minutes that same guy from the coffeehouse came walking and he now stood a couple of metres away from where I sat. I looked upon his face, mostly covered with the big and black sunglasses; he was a drop dead gorgeous guy. I couldn't help but stir at him again, he had the same effect on me as all the guys I later fall in love with use to have. I thought that I must have seen him somewhere before this, even the voice, when he had talked to the waiter, had sounded familiar.
He now looked back at me, smiling slightly, and I actually smiled back. He came up to me and stood now right beside me. I looked up into his face.
"Excuse me but do you know exactly when the next bus will arrive?" he asked and once again that familiar voice, but I couldn't for the world understand where I had heard it before.
"I think it should be here in 15 minutes, so half past 3 I guess," I answered, still looking up into his face.
"Ok, thanks," he said and started walking away from the bench but then suddenly stopped and came back to sit beside me after asking if that was ok with me.
"So I hear you're not from around here," he said and I jumped because it had been silent for a minute of so.
"No, actually I'm just here on vacation," I said watching his profile.
"Where in the States are you located?"
I was so surprised and I couldn't help but smile when I said, "I'm not from the States. Does it sound a lot like it?"
"Yeah, I would have guessed L.A. or something," he said. "So where are you from then?"
"Sweden."
My answered surprised him because he turned his head towards me to look me in the eyes. "That was unexpected," he said looking surprised.
"Thanks I guess," I said with a small smile, looking a bit unsure once again. I had studied English for 10 years but I had no idea my Swedish accent would be so unclear for someone who had the English language as mother-tongue.
"Sweden in Europe, right?" he said.
"Yes, it's a small country up north, but it's not as cold as everyone outside seems to think."
"I haven't been there but I've visited Denmark and that was kind of cold there at the time."
"Cool, but I guess you weren't there in the summertime then?"
"Not exactly," he replied smiling again and I noticed his teeth were placed perfectly but a bit yellow, probably from all the coffee he had been drinking.
"I was there last fall on some work."
We both became quiet and I looked up at a clock beside the bench where we were sitting. It was 5 minutes left until the bus would roll in and after that I would probably never see this guy again.
"What's your name?" he said after a couple of minutes of silence.
"Becky."
"Nice, I like it," he answered me and picked up his cellphone that had started ringing. He answered it and walked away a bit from the bench. It took about three minutes and when he came back he said, "Just someone wondering where I was."
I just nodded and was about to ask for his name when the bus came rolling in, a couple of minutes earlier then expected.
I started walking away from the coffeehouse towards the bus station to catch the next bus to the city. I sat down on a bench after I had checked the time; the next one should be here within 20 minutes. After a couple of minutes that same guy from the coffeehouse came walking and he now stood a couple of metres away from where I sat. I looked upon his face, mostly covered with the big and black sunglasses; he was a drop dead gorgeous guy. I couldn't help but stir at him again, he had the same effect on me as all the guys I later fall in love with use to have. I thought that I must have seen him somewhere before this, even the voice, when he had talked to the waiter, had sounded familiar.
He now looked back at me, smiling slightly, and I actually smiled back. He came up to me and stood now right beside me. I looked up into his face.
"Excuse me but do you know exactly when the next bus will arrive?" he asked and once again that familiar voice, but I couldn't for the world understand where I had heard it before.
"I think it should be here in 15 minutes, so half past 3 I guess," I answered, still looking up into his face.
"Ok, thanks," he said and started walking away from the bench but then suddenly stopped and came back to sit beside me after asking if that was ok with me.
"So I hear you're not from around here," he said and I jumped because it had been silent for a minute of so.
"No, actually I'm just here on vacation," I said watching his profile.
"Where in the States are you located?"
I was so surprised and I couldn't help but smile when I said, "I'm not from the States. Does it sound a lot like it?"
"Yeah, I would have guessed L.A. or something," he said. "So where are you from then?"
"Sweden."
My answered surprised him because he turned his head towards me to look me in the eyes. "That was unexpected," he said looking surprised.
"Thanks I guess," I said with a small smile, looking a bit unsure once again. I had studied English for 10 years but I had no idea my Swedish accent would be so unclear for someone who had the English language as mother-tongue.
"Sweden in Europe, right?" he said.
"Yes, it's a small country up north, but it's not as cold as everyone outside seems to think."
"I haven't been there but I've visited Denmark and that was kind of cold there at the time."
"Cool, but I guess you weren't there in the summertime then?"
"Not exactly," he replied smiling again and I noticed his teeth were placed perfectly but a bit yellow, probably from all the coffee he had been drinking.
"I was there last fall on some work."
We both became quiet and I looked up at a clock beside the bench where we were sitting. It was 5 minutes left until the bus would roll in and after that I would probably never see this guy again.
"What's your name?" he said after a couple of minutes of silence.
"Becky."
"Nice, I like it," he answered me and picked up his cellphone that had started ringing. He answered it and walked away a bit from the bench. It took about three minutes and when he came back he said, "Just someone wondering where I was."
I just nodded and was about to ask for his name when the bus came rolling in, a couple of minutes earlier then expected.
