Simply Complicated

Ladies Who Lunch

It was 1958 when I first met Chloe Avery Beale. It was a sunny day, Anthony and I sat in the corner of the café. Once I finished my third cup of coffee, I went to the bar to get another one when a beautiful lady came in, her red locks accentuated her bright blue eyes. Those eyes are so mesmerising you can get lost in them. I found myself standing still, staring at her. Once I realised this I proceeded to walk back to the table, with a freshly ordered cup of coffee in my hand. Here's a tip. Always pay attention to where you're going. If not, you sometimes find obstacles, like I did that very moment. I walked into a pole, it was rather solid, so of course, you couldn't exactly walk through it. Nor would you be able to not see the pole, if you were paying even the slightest bit of attention to where you're going. The pole made me spill the coffee over myself. The brown hot liquid drenched my top, which now was see through and stuck to my body. I made my way over to the ladies' room to try to clean my top, which of course, was a lost cause. I tried anyway, hoping that it somehow magically became white again. After several minutes of rubbing my blouse under the ice-cold water in the sink, the redhead from earlier came in. Of course, I had to be half naked now. My top was located in the sink. "Uhmm, good morning, what happened to your blouse?" I couldn't possibly explain what happened in full detail. What would happen if you told a complete stranger that they made you drench yourself with coffee? Now I think about it I should have told her that at this exact moment, which I did not. I did tell her that I walked into a pole, just not that she was the reason why I wasn't paying any attention. She offered to help me clean my shirt, I gladly accepted the help. After several minutes she decided it was useless and that we couldn't get the blouse clean. She offered me her extra top which I gladly accepted. Who doesn't carry around an extra shirt for emergencies? I decided to let my questions about that slide. The top was rather big for my tiny body but very comfortable. I thanked her over and over, but she told me not to worry about it. Eventually, I got her to agree with me to go out for a cup of coffee sometime, as a thank you.

So, as planned, a week later we met up at the café. We talked a bit about ourselves and the courses we were taking that semester. Chloe told me she's majoring in English. She also let me read some of her work, which is amazing might I add. Just like her. She's very smart and funny. I also learned that Chloe recently moved here from America, her accent already gave it away, though.

Hi! Here's the beginning of what hopefully will become a nice Bechloe story. I hope you like it! Please leave your opinion, notes and ideas down below. Thank you for reading!
Yours sincerely,

Lysanne