see part 1 for warnings, disclaimers
+ Part 4
-The Third Encounter-
The coffee shop was an unassuming affair, just your regular twenty four
hour shop with a disgruntled waitress and really awful coffee. It's rather
interesting, really, that I'm at a completely innocuous space with a very..
not so innocuous person.
Heero, he had said. That was his name, but besides that and the fact that
he was definitely gorgeous, I knew nothing about this guy. After his invitation
for coffee, we had walked to a nearby coffee house without passing another
word to each other and had sat down. Now, half an hour and a cup of coffee
later, we still hadn't said anything. That includes me I've not said
a damn thing. And I was supposed to be questioning him, finding out about
him so that I could get a decent night's rest.
Instead, it's nearing three in the morning and I have clammed up like
my lips had been crazy glued. No talking, so that meant that we just stared
at each other. I assessed him and I'm sure he was doing the same to me.
In the brighter light of the coffee house, I could see more of him and
judge his outer appearance much better.
He was definitely a good looking guy. Have I mentioned that already? Blue
eyes the color of which I cannot quite define.. sharp, angular features..
a very toned body from what I see through his neutral beige shirt and
khaki pants.. even though I was still unsure about my attraction to him,
at least I could admit that I had good taste. Minutes kept passing by
and I could not open my mouth to ask him the questions that I had planned
so carefully. It seemed that he was not about to indulge me by telling
me about himself either. The first lesson any attorney learns is that
when there is nothing to talk about, one must still talk.
If anything, I can do that.
"So.. you want to know my name or what?"
Perhaps that was not the best of openings of mine, but at least I had
made a sentence. For some reason, it had disturbed me that he had not
insisted on knowing my name as soon as he had introduced himself. Manners
dictate that there must be an exchange of names for introductions to be
complete and he hand not prompted that of me. It is true that I had not
volunteered it like he had his name, but still, that justifies nothing.
In case you didn't know, I'm babbling.
Back to conversation at hand. Heero's face did this funny quirk when I
asked him the question. He seemed to find it somewhat amusing, I suppose,
since I had sounded a bit petulant. Even at my age, I can manage to sound
like a child it seems.
"Should I want to know your name?"
The amusement was definitely present in his not very illuminating response,
but I did not mind as much as I thought I would. It had been accompanied
by this amazing smile so I could let the slight slide. I seem to let many
things slide with him and I have known him for less than an hour. Strange,
"You should since you invited me out for coffee and all."
He smiled again. The slight tilting at the corners, no teeth, lips thinning
just a tad. It was amazing how a smile, a single smile, could make me
feel like I could become a mellow puddle at his feet. At this guy's feet.
Hence, my current problem and quest to find out what this attraction is
Heero, however, did not seem to be struggling with my dilemma. He's enjoying
my confusion and attempts at conversation. I'm amusing him. I am not sure
whether I should be flattered or annoyed.
"True," Heero deigned to reply, "so, what is your name?"
He asked, I should answer. But I suddenly had an urge to let him dangle,
to let him wonder about something as simple as my given name. If I was
having this conversation with a girl, we would be flirting outrageously
and touching indecently. Unfortunately, this was a man before me and he
seemed to be flirting with me when I had no such intentions.
At least, I hope I didn't.
"Don't feel like telling me your name?"
He sounded mildly disappointed, but I don't know him that well so I could
not just judge his tone. However, it did seem to me that his smile notched
down several degrees and his eyes lost a bit of interest. I supposed he
thought I was just a tease, which I am by the way since I was a well known
player, but for some reason, it did not sit well with me in this instance.
"It's not that," I tried to explain which I had never done,
"it's just that well.. I'm not used to.. what I mean is.. oh hell,
His smile comes back full force and I am glad that it has. I smile back
tentatively, not quite so brightly so that he does not get the wrong idea,
but I'm pretty sure that it's a friendly smile, neither flirty nor formal.
I hope he gets the idea that I will not, under any circumstance, go back
to his place with him.
"Nice to meet you, Duo. So.."
And here it comes. The inevitable 'get to know you' spiel. I should know,
I have done it a million times and never have paid attention to the answer.
The question would range anywhere from 'what do you do for a living' to
'what is your favorite color.' Mundane stuff to make small talk until
we jump into the sack. Heero here is gearing up to do the small talk so
requisite in one night stands. It is rather too bad that there will be
no sex after all his work at making conversation since after I'm done
talking to him, I will be going home alone to ponder my new information.
"So," Heero continues through my thought processes, "I'm
not sure why you're here with me."
That was not expected, but I can think quickly on my feet.
"You invited me for coffee."
"Yes, I know," he says, casually waving his right hand in a
dismissive gesture, "but you should not have wanted to come. You
don't seem to be the type to go for a guy."
To say that I was surprised would be a tiny understatement. That was just
too unexpected for me to say anything intelligent , so I opted for the
puzzled look instead of a response.
"What I'm saying is," he goes on, completely ignoring my confused
face, "that you won't be sleeping with me tonight."
Well, I did say that I liked straight forward, but this is a bit too much,
even for me. He had read my mind like the proverbial prophet, right down
to the last bit. I wonder if I let him continue to talk while I get dumbfounded
more by the passing moment, if he will tell me what my motives were for
coming out with him.
Of course, he did not disappoint me.
"You have questions for me, I think. So, what are they?"
He said it so damned casually, as if this is the type of conversation
he has with every guy he invites out to a coffee house. I was once again
speechless because I had come out tonight with the purpose of dissecting
him, but had somehow lost control of the situation.
"You're very observant, aren't you."
It was more accusatory than anything, but I could not help it. Usually,
it is I who notices things before others and takes advantage. Yet, here
I was, sitting across from my dilemma, steadily losing ground.
"I've been told that, yes." Heero answered with yet another
quirk of his lips. "And I think you wouldn't be so annoyed if I had
acted clueless about your intentions."
Whoever this Heero was, he certainly did know how to make a guy like me
squirm. It was as if he had set me down on an interrogation table and
turned the harsh light at me. Actually, I suppose that was what he was
doing since his eyes are quite.. sharp.
"Okay, fine," I concede with little grace, "I'm just here
so I can find out who you are."
It was not the whole truth, but it was not a lie. I am quite the talent
for twisting words into truths without fully revealing the whole meaning.
"You are more than welcome to find out about me. But I think you're
uncomfortable that you're attracted to me."
I can feel my left eye twitch and that only happens when I am truly annoyed.
He read me like an open book, from my motives to my unwanted attraction
to him. All in a space of less than an hour. I got the feeling that he
could be laughing at me, but something deep in my heart told me that he
was not the type to poke fun at strangers.
"What gave you that idea?"
It is imperative at this stage of the interview that I maintain some semblance
of control and dignity. I will not let Heero know that he had read me
correctly, for to admit it would be to lose the argument. Never concede,
not even when you must.
"Well," Heero drawled out, "I don't know. It seemed to
me that you ran away a little too quickly last night. And you have been
staring for the last half hour at me. Am I wrong?"
How am I supposed to answer that without losing what is left of my tattered
dignity? He has my eyes held tightly with his gaze right now, his blues
staring straight into my undoubtedly shocked violets. Then I feel anger
rising he must be toying with me. Yes, I did run away last night, but
who in their decency points that out so damn bluntly? And sure, I have
been staring, but he had been staring right back.
I growled that out without my usual charm and got up from the table. I
put down what I hoped was enough money to cover that horrid coffee I had
drank and grabbed my coat. I had a sense of dignity, damn it and I did
not need to sit and listen to the gorgeous but rude Heero mock me.
I ignored him pretty thoroughly as I walked passed him to the door, opening
it with a little more force than I should have. What had I been thinking?
So I was attracted to a guy. What possessed me to seek him out? What had
I expected, that he'd tell me that the attraction was normal, that it
was a part of who I was to find men pretty, that what? What the hell had
I been searching for?
Of course, that's when I realized that I had no earthly clue as to why
talking to Heero would have solved any of my problems. He did not have
the answers as to why I reacted to him the way I had. He definitely could
not tell me what my sexuality was. I must say I have been an idiot.
I walked at a brusque pace through the nearly deserted streets, hurrying
towards my apartment for some peace of mind. I had not accomplished anything
with my impromptu mission for this night, but that was not a problem.
I could most definitely solve this problem without Heero's help. Maybe
it was time that I talked to Quatre and Trowa about my newly found confusion.
I was so caught up in my seething self reprimands about the idiocy of
the plan that when a hand grabbed my arm, I turned with my fist raised
in automatic reflex to deck whoever it was that had dared to put their
hand on me. Then I saw who it was that had stopped me and my fist lowered
a fraction of an inch.
"What do you want, now? Want to make fun of me some more?"
At my miffed tone, Heero merely smiled. You know, the one that made me
feel like a gooey puddle. Even as annoyed as I was at him, it still made
something inside of me go soft and weak and I got angrier.
"Wanna let go of me before I deck you?"
It was not an empty threat. I am prone to violence once in a while when
pushed to the limits and I know the law well so I can do what I wish without
crossing the line. Heero must have caught on to the serious nature of
my remark for he did let go.
But then he grabbed my hand, uncurled my fist and shoved a piece of paper
"That's my phone number. Call me, Duo. I think we have potential."
Then he walked off, leaving me to stare at him dumbly.
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