oWhen did making friends become so easy? All these years of riddled butterfly tummies, sweaty palms, rehearsed dialog and creative methods of bribing have all been surpassed to the simplicity of a click. Accept me or Deny me, with the check boxes and all, just without the middle man, who ultimately had no sense of being discreet, which ended in you having to stay after class and also becoming the youngest lesbian of Harding Junior/Senior High. What can I say? Popularity comes at a price.
But not anymore my friends. Because now, with just a click I could be your friend. And if I click a lot, I'm bound to get a few accepts right? I mean if I clicked 100 people, I'd have to get at least one friend right? And on the flip side, even if all 100 deny you it's not like you have to see them every day. You can just keep clicking and clicking till you find one. And that's what she did. That's how it started, with a click. That's how she found him. That's how life started to make sense. That's how the whole world became a fuzzy happy blur. It all started with a friend request.
She could taste the salt on the air, the fresh breeze shaking her long chocolate bronze hair, as she descended down the long flight of stairs from the airplane. When her feet hit the pavements she took in her surrounds, the tarmac was scatter with other planes, but there was a vast openness to the area that she liked. She felt free.
Playing the Queen bee she led the other passengers as they embarked on the short walk to the terminal. Inside the place was less opened and more packed with people. A massive crowd was awaiting the dispensing of luggage, she rolled past them with her small carry on. She made her way towards the entrance of the airport, towards a small coffee shop called, Toasted Sun, a small chalk board sign sat outside the doors, it boasted; "Welcome! Best Coffee in California sold here!"
With a deep breath she nervously peeked inside, he was there sitting at the end of the short counter, cup of coffee steaming up at him. She exhaled and walked, passing a few other customers she strolled up to him, her hand twitching with nerves. He took a sip of coffee, his eyes lifting as he set the cup back down. Recognition crossed his face, like a switch being thrown his eyes glowed at the sight of her.
"Hello there." His voice was classically deep. Like a dignified stage actor, only with sincerity and general amusement. Smiling for her came very easily at the sound of his voice.
"Hello Peter." She said softly and slid into the seat next to him. He ordered her a cup of coffee, she wasn't surprised he'd remembered how she said she liked it.
The waitress was young, probably just 18, her striking dark red hair was swept up into a half ponytail which stuck out from the back of her baseball cap. She set the cup down with a smile, looking carefully between her two customers, wiping her hands against her apron. "Can I get you anything else?"
"Nope, we're good." Peter said nodding at her. She shrugged and returned to her post at the cash register. "We're good right Kat?"
"Yeah, we're pretty damn good Pete." They both chuckled and talked quietly over their coffee.
At 28 Kathryn Turners life was absolutely fantastic. Well, maybe not absolutely, but definitely semi-partially fantastic, like those brownies her roommate made the other night- those were to die for!
