Mckenzie
I couldn't concentrate on anything. My head was still a little hazy from yesterday evening.
"Mckenzie, hey? Are you okay?" He asked, waving a hand in front of my face.
"Huh? Yeah, what did you say?" I replied, flustered.
"I just asked you what you were thinking about. You seem totally out of it."
"This place, it's just..." I trailed off, unable to finish my sentence.
"Perfect?" He questioned.
"Yes." I chuckled. "Where did you find it?" I asked, stirring my hot chocolate around in its cup.
"Unlike you, I don't live in high end coffee shops."
I couldn't help but smirk at Jai's answer.
"What?"
"Coffee shop." I smiled, but he looked completely confused.
"Coffee shop soundtrack." I grinned, causing him to smirk.
"All Time Low song?" He questioned.
"You catch on pretty quickly, Mr Brooks." I chuckled, causing him to smile back at me.
I continued to stir my hot chocolate that I probably should have been drinking since it was getting colder by the second. Jai invited me out for a drink of the nonalcoholic sort, of course. I was expecting to be sitting in a Costa's or a Starbucks, but in fact he took me to a cute little café down a side street that I didn't even know existed. As soon as we walked in, the musty antique air wafted up my nose. I didn't mind, it was a refreshing smell compared to the combustive air just a few feet out of the door. There were old war posters and Australian flags coating the walls. There wasn't any particular placement for each one, but it made the whole place tie together. The old cash register on the counter made me smile, it was a rare sight but it was a valuable antique.
I sound like I should be on Bargain Hunt right now, but it was such a perfect place. I loved the fact that they kept the blinds closed so the only natural sunlight seeping in was under the door or through the keyhole. The tables and chairs were a typical British café setup, but it matched the interior so well. Jai and I were the only couple in here. There was a man seated in the front corner with a top hat placed on his table and an old tatty newspaper grasped between his hands.
"So, what's bothering you?" Jai asked again, snapping me out of my trance.
He refused to drop the fact that I had barely spoken an ounce of enthusiasm into our one sided conversations.
"A lot of things." I vaguely replied.
"What's on your mind at the moment." He questioned, taking a sip from his cup.
I couldn't help but let out a small laugh when I caught him holding his pinky finger up.
"What? I'm very fancy." He stated.
"Or very posh." I retorted in a British accent.
"I think you'll soon find out that you're the posh one." He replied, causing me to roll my eyes in response.
"Really?" I sarcastically questioned.
"Of course, not." He joked in his Australian accent.
"Alright then, but call me posh again and you can say goodbye to your chances of ever having children." I threatened with a wink.
"Deal. I won't call you posh again and you'll leave my baby making material alone."
"Deal."
"So, what's running through that mind of yours?" He asked, rephrasing to his previous question.
