“I could really use some caffeine,” you thought, as you pulled into the parking lot. As you walked into the coffee shop, you see a guy sitting in the corner, playing an acoustic guitar. It’s nice – you love live music. You get your coffee, then take a seat on a couch nearby, so you can listen to the music, while drinking your java.
He smiled. “Anything you’d like to hear,” he said, as his fingers worked their way up and down the guitar neck.
“Do you take requests?” you asked, a bit surprised.
“Depends on who’s asking,” he smiled, with a twinkle in his eye.
You can’t help but noticing he’s got a nice smile. And nice eyes, too. And come to think about it, a nice, deep voice. “Um…I don’t know…do you sing, too?”
He looked at you with a look from those blue eyes that seemed to reach inside and read your mind. “Sure. But I’m not really playing a gig here…not sure how they’d take to me singing.” He paused. “I’m just here because I needed to get out of the house for a bit. I work out of my home office, and sometimes I need a little human contact.”
Intrigued, you asked, “So, you’re not a professional musician? I’m surprised.”
“Oh, I’ve worked as a professional, but it’s not what I do for a living,” he replied. I run a small advertising and marketing agency. Most of my work comes from online clients, so I can work anywhere. But every so often, I just need to clear my head. I end up here, and they don’t seem to mind me playing a little…at least they’ve never complained.”
You smiled, and said, “Okay then, on that note, let’s hear you sing something.”
“Anything in particular?”
“Surprise me,” you grinned.
He starts playing something you’ve never heard before. It’s got an interesting rhythm, almost hypnotic, the way it repeats. And the words are poignant…moving. The lyrics speak to you of a longing you’ve never put into words.
“I’ve never heard that before. Who plays that?”
Wryly, he smiled and said, “I do.”
“No, I mean, who wrote it?”
“Really? Wow…why haven’t you recorded that? I’d buy it.”
“You’re very kind. I’ve written a lot of music. Just don’t have much time to do anything with it,” he said. “Would you excuse me for a second, and watch my guitar? I need to get something to drink.”
He stood up, and that’s when you notice how tall he is. “Hmm…must be around 6’4” or so,” you think. “I like tall guys.”
He returned with a drink. You look at him and ask, “So…do you come here a lot?”
He grinned, “If I’d said that, you’d accuse me of trying a pickup line on you.”
You blushed a little. “I’m…uh…no, I didn’t mean…that is…”
“…It’s okay. I’m just giving you a hard time.” He started to put the guitar in it’s case. “I play some open mic around town, and the occasional gig. But it’s mostly for fun. My full time job keeps me chained in front of a computer, designing, animating, and writing.”
You pause, while thinking how to ask a question without being too obvious. “So…what do you do when you’re not designing or playing music?”
“Not much, actually.”
“A stay at home with the wife type," huh?
“Nope. Divorced dad, with a soon-to-be empty nest. Looking forward to that, actually. As much as I love my daughter, it will be nice to have more free time.”
You smile. “I hear you.”
He looked at his watch. “It’s getting late,” he said. You frown a little, somewhat disappointed that you can’t keep talking to the first really interesting guy you’ve met in quite a while.
“Look, I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m frankly getting a little hungry.” He paused, and looked into your eyes. “I’d really love to continue this conversation over a meal. Would you let me buy you dinner?”
You smile. “I thought you’d never ask!”
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