Square Tables and Round Glasses

Date: 11/11/2016

The cafeteria was dim and sparse. It was a little more well decorated as well. I didn't pay any mind to this as I took my regular seat at my lunch table. The table was more like a bench. It was square I noticed how peculiar it was to sit at a square table. It was inefficient because nobody could reach the middle. I recognized the sound of his shoes the moment they hit the floor. It was him and my heart pounded in time with the rhythm of his steps. I inhaled deeply as they stopped behind me. "Hi ---,how you doing?" "Good." My voice nearly cracked. He noticed and snickered before taking a seat next to me. He had a friend with him that sat down as well. We were making light conversation before he jokingly took his friends hand and put it on my thigh. I bit my lip and laughed at this nervously before pushing it away. Then he put his hand there, and I tensed a little. I didn't want to push it away, but I didn't want him to know that. I just froze up, wondering if I should swallow my pride and let him or if I should keep him where I had him and push it away. He smiled a little as he crept it up a little higher. I let him trial his fingers up my uniform skirt and by the time he felt the border of my underwear I shot up out of my seat entirely redfaced. His lungs pounded against his chest as he cackled in the adorable way he does. I sat down again and started playfully scolding him. He stood up, and I was afraid he was going to leave, but I didn't say anything. Instead, he opened up his mouth and began to sing. It was beautiful. Every song is beautiful when he sings it. His smooth voice wrapped around every key perfectly. He placed his arms on my shoulders from behind and his gentle voice rung out, "I wanna kiss you." So I turned around and teasingly gave him a kiss on the cheek. His thick, but well kept eyebrows furrowed in disappointment above his round glasses. His perfectly angled jawline clenched as his long, cold fingers tightened around my shoulders. He narrowed his blue-green eyes before repeating in a lower tone, "I wanna /kiss/ you," before planting his lips directly onto mine. They were soft, gentle, and nothing like the incident New York. I accepted the kiss and held his hand in mine. He pulled away and walked out of the cafeteria with his friend on his arm. I heard his footsteps grow distant.