Maybe i...

Angela sat in her car. A tragic and weather beaten automobile
that she regretted paying 9000 for.

She sat there with her head on the steering wheel in the coffee
shop parking lot. Sweat so thick it was almost dripping off her forehead.

"This is stupid. This is stupid. Turn the keys.
Put it in reverse and get out of this parking lot
before you make a fool of yourself" she thought to
herself. Trying to convince her gut to change instincts.

After a long 15 minutes she stared down at her wrist watch
and decided there was no use in making him wait for her.

He said, "you don't to come if you don't want to."
He said, "honestly, i'll understand."
He said, "I just think you need this."
She said, "no, no. I want to. I want to."
She said, "there's nothing to understand."
She said, "you're right. Need. Need this"

She then hung up the phone just after saying
"Tuesday at the London coffee shop. It's on the corner of
Bishop. Big red door, white shutter on the loft windows. You
can't miss it."

She shoved the door open with much needed effort
because it was 12x heavier than any regular car door
should be. She stood facing it after it fell shut against the rusted
body and examined her face in the tint of the window.

Angela was a pretty young woman considering the fact
she should look at least 5 years older than she is after what she
had been through.

Her hair was a dull shade of brown brightened
only slightly by red undertones. It was naturally full with body and curls
but, she kept it wrapped in a bun. Saying that because she left her bangs down
it was alright.

Her eyes were a fiery cool blue green if that makes any sense.
Flecks of yellow around the pupil so when she was uneasy they looked almost golden.

Her body was shapely and feminine. Large hips and a slender waist
with a smaller bust and long legs. A woman of 5"9, tall and statuses.
Statuses people were highly regarded but hardly recognized.

Angela smoothed her pencil skirt down and flattened her top over her stomach.
With a heavy and dramatic breath, she elevated herself onto the sidewalk and wrapped
her clammy hand around the cold door handle. It swung open to reveal a quaint euro
style cafe complete with couches and several art students busy with conversation and
laptops.

The smell of Arabic coffee beans and warm milk seized her senses
and the colours that, outside, would appear cold and blue washed over her
looking warmer and more comforting in the lights of the coffee shop.

She took a scan across the room. From table to table, looking for a
young man in his late twenties with dark brown hair and blue eyes.
He would be wearing a red button down shirt and pipe leg jeans.
His name would be Caleb.

When she didn't see him she decided now would be a good time if any to
rush out and pretend the encounter wasn't even discussed. And just as she
was about to go through with this childish act of pussying out, she turned to see
a young man in his late twenties with dark brown hair and blue eyes in a red button down shirt with pipe leg jeans.
He was reading the business section of a news week paper.
He was Caleb.
She was Angela.
She had to say hello.

"H-hi." She said it. Quiet though.
He didn't flinch.
She took a deep breath,
sat down across from him,
and placed her hand over the article his eyes
were clearly scanning.

"Hi." She said again. Firmer.

He looked up and smiled. His dimples showed.

"Angela, right."

"Yes. Caleb?"

He laughed a bit.

"Ya, Caleb."

She smiled back. She didn't have any dimples though.

"Wanna get out of here?" He asked with the smile still
on his face.

"Yes, please."

"We can take my car."

And they did. His apartment was a tall red brick building.
No balconies on the front.
No garden or even walk way.
Just a lot of trash cans and a metal door
with graffiti for days sprayed on it.

Caleb took Angela up to his room.
A bachelor pad no doubt.
She laid her jacket over the chair next to the tele
and sat on the edge of his bed. He got her a water and a
coke for himself. No ice.

He sat next to her and put his hand on her leg. All she could look
at was the sweat rolling down the outside of the cold coke glass he was holding
and the lemon wedge floating inside her water.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine! Very fine, thank you."

He kissed her quite suddenly.

They had met because Angela was lonely.
She created a profile on one of those adult friend finder
websites, hoping to find someone who would touch her in a
manor that was not violent or hurting. Caleb had volunteered
his time to do so.

He thought she was beautiful. He told her at least 9 times every time
they had talked in the 2 months leading up to the meeting day they
were currently partaking in. He thought she was misunderstood
and deserved a better father figure and boyfriend. He thought she
was deep and sensitive. Funny and sweet. He quite simply loved her.
Caleb was in love with Angela.

"Stop." She leapt up from where she was sitting and placed the glass on the bedside table.
She folded her arms over her chest and turned her back to Caleb.
She was starting to cry.

He sighed and looked at his shoes.

"Maybe...this was a bad idea. You seem uncomfortable."

"Maybe..." she said in a whisper.

"Maybe I should take you back to the coffee shop to get your
car?

"Maybe..." she said a little louder.

"Maybe another time, in another 2 months. We could be together again."

"Maybe..." again more clear, louder.

"Maybe...maybe i love you Angela. What do you think about that."

Nothing. No louder reply. And then,

"Maybe i love you too, Caleb Murphy"

And that was that.
And that was one of those times, when it isn't a happy or sad ending.
When it keeps going forever and ever and problems happen all the way
in between but, no one wants to write a book for every time things take a dip
or get real high.
Maybe this was one of those loves where everything is to be left alone.
No spoilers and no endings.
Just a story in it's own skin.