Half an hour later, Randy was in a coffeeshop booth, sipping a coffee. He was wearing jeans and a brown sweater.
It was dark, moodily lit. Indistinct music played on the radio, and there was a murmur of conversation from a different nook in the shop.
Anna entered and waved to Randy. Her legs were brilliant in short black boots and shorter black leather miniskirt. She was wearing a tight green v-cut sweater which outlined her rack nicely, but wasn't quite as revealing as Randy had hoped. She clutched a black purse, and her hair was up.
She waved and went over to the counter. Randy checked out how her skirt hugged her ass as she ordered a small hot chocolate.
"Hi, Anna," Randy greeted, lounging.
"Hi," Anna surprised him by leaning over and kissing his cheek. She sat down opposite in the booth.
"Thanks for calling," Randy continued. "We don't see enough of each other."
"I was just thinking the same thing," Anna replied, licking at the whipped cream on her hot chocolate. She pulled out a sheet of paper from her purse. "By the way, if you ever need to contact me and I am not around, here's a list of my friends' numbers and emails."
"Thanks. BTW, you have a whipped cream mustache."
"Oops," Anna giggled and winked. "Not as good as the real thing." |