Adam had to say something, he knew that. He'd have to step up and say his piece, not that he was good at such things, he knew that too. But, it was more about standing up for himself, speaking out, than any out come that may occur.
He stepped around the car that was parked across the footpath, a new Punto, he knew because he'd been looking at one himself. Bright orange wasn't exactly the colour he would have chosen. He liked the white, or the dark blue, at a pinch, simply because the other colours seemed to be garish, bright red, lime green and yellow, none of which he liked. Three wheels on the footpath and one hanging off, he knew that wasn't good for the suspension. His, mechanic, brother would have something to say about that, if he'd, when he'd, parked his car that way.
The car probably belonged to a girl, he thought, and then he beat himself up straight away for being sexist.
He just needed to walk. What was it that he wanted to say? How would he say it? He wasn't sure. Maybe he should just keep walking and the words would come to him.
He was aware that someone was following him. He'd followed him from the main Street. He'd made no apology for following him, didn't try to hide, didn't try to stop him from seeing him, with his long, dark hair and good looks; lime green track top, white t-shirt, jeans and converse runners. He just kind of sauntered after him, unhurried, not a care.
Adam rattled the pedestrian lights button vigorously. He stood next to Adam, with his hands slid deep into his pockets. Adam kept looking at him, Adam couldn't help himself. He smiled. He kept looking at Adam. Adam smiled. He had a beautiful smile.
"Have we met before?" he asked, with a thick Italian accent.
"I don't think so," said Adam. What a gorgeous accent, Adam thought.
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
"Not that I recall." I'd remember you, Adam thought.
"We seem to be going in the same direction," he said. He laughed. He had a kind laugh.
"Yes," said Adam, not really knowing what else to say. "I thought you were following me."
He laughed. "Do you have some where that you have to be?"
"No," said Adam. "Just inside my head."
"Inside your head?" He looked confused.
"Oh." Adam laughed, what must he have thought? "I just need to work some things out..."
"Ah, time to think?" he said.
"Yes," said Adam. "Some time to think."
"Can I get a small coffee... er... with you?" he said. Why it would be a small coffee, Adam didn't know? Did he mean a small amount of time, as though that would help Adam make up his mind, favourably toward him? "Maybe, I could help." He hesitated. "I'm good with matters of the heart."
Adam smiled, he felt the grin spread across his face, almost involuntarily. His accent was so beautiful.
He seemed so charming.
"I won't follow you, any longer," he said. "If we have coffee... together"
They both laughed.
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