Standing in line to get a coffee, her cherry caramel hair grabbing my attention instantly and she had a book about compatible signs in her hands. I see the friend she had with her a few days ago. I had lost her number, but managed to remember her name and her friend's. "RayneBo!" I don't know if it's a nickname, but I wouldn't doubt that it is. She looks at me, hands on her hips and a smirk on her lips. It's like she knows why I'm calling out her name.
"Been a few days. Lose her digits?"
"Yeah."
"She's done this to a thousand men before."
"Does she usually draw a crowd?"
"I don't mind it."
"Would you happen to have her number?"

She had told me to get in line and shared a few laughs, she had been out by herself. That was more than 3 days ago and I sit on the edge of the boardwalk, staring at the contact list in my cell. I press the green button, putting it to my ear nervously. Kaotyk, that's what her nickname is. "Uh, hello?" her beautifully melodic voice greets my anxious ear.
"Hi, it's Josh."
"Josh?"
"It's nice to meet you."
"What?" she nastily replies.
"You wrote down your number and noted we should have a good time, you were in line in Barnes & Noble with your friend, Raynebo."
"The cool tone eyes," she recalls.
"I want to be the one to take you to heaven tonight," I tell her.
"139 Kenneth Street, North Hills."
"You're a ten minute drive from me."
"Key's in the flower pot, been waiting to hear from you."


With that, I bolted to her place and quickly found the key. I had been greeted with a lovely vision in a sheer negligee. We've been here, fucking like it's going out of style for three days. "Touch my body, never make your hands leave my skin."
"I wish I could."
"By the way, my real name is Kate."