Subway Story

...As I walked down the street, I heard a throat clear behind me and felt a hand on my arm.  Adrenalin pumping, I turned around, ready to punch someone in the face and saw my artist.

“Hi, um, my name’s Justin.  I was just wondering, I mean, would you like to get a coffee?” he managed to stammer.  He looked a little reticent; perhaps he realized how close he’d come to being laid out on the pavement.

I looked at my watch and realized I’d be late for work if I didn’t continue on.  ‘Yes thanks, I would,’ I said with a smile.  I continued walking and he followed.  I led him to a Starbucks around the corner.  After getting our coffees, we took seats at a corner table.

“Anne,’ I said, offering my hand.  ‘Don’t you have some place to be, a class or something?”

‘Don’t you have work?’ he countered.

“I thought this might be a better use of my time.  So Justin, I’m thinking I’d like more than coffee.  What about you?”  I gazed at him, trying to gage his reaction.

Justin fidgeted in his seat and began to blush just a little.