A coffee lover who enjoys a good sunshine on the beach and the sea salt smell.
“Hi there,” greeted Chris. The woman in a light beige trench coat turned to his direction, a little bit startled but soon replaced with a polite smile.
“Hi,” Jane greeted back and then continued to rummaging through her handbag.
“I’m Chris,” Chris sticked out his hand for a handshake.
“Jane,” Jane reciprocated the handshake. Her hand was so soft and delicate that Chris hesitated to let go of her hand. Jane gently pulled out her hand from his grip.
“You just moved in here?” asked Chris.
“I actually live next door to you. Do you live alone?” Chris was full of interest in getting to know her.
“Um…no. Nice to meet you, Chris,” Jane hurriedly opened the door to get inside the house in an attempt to end their conversation.
“Nice to meet you too,” Chris immediately understand the gesture. He could feel a sting of disappointment just penetrated right into his heart. How he wished he could get to know this girl better.
“Whom are you talking to?” asked Mary after her granddaughter closed the door behind her.
“A neighbor,” Jane replied without further elaboration. She then tossed her bag on the couch and immediately went to the kitchen.
"I've made your favorite blueberry cheesecake!" shouted Mary from the living room.
A moment later, Jane brought out the blueberry cheesecake and a pot of rose tea. She savored the cheesecake without waiting any further and her grandmother poured themselves two cups of the rose tea.
"So, what's his name?" asked Mary after she took a sip of the hot, aromatic rose tea.
"Who?!" asked Jane, confused by her grandmother's question.
"Chris," replied Jane flatly.
"Is he around your age?" asked her grandmother again.
"Granny!" Jane shot her grandmother with an annoying look.
"I know what you're trying to do there," said Jane. She knew her grandmother so well that her grandmother was trying to play the matchmaking for her again. In fact, this was what her grandmother was doing for the last couple of years.
"You should get married. You're not getting any younger," Mary reminded her granddaughter again.
"I should not invite you to stay with me," replied Jane in a cheeky manner. She has invited her grandmother who was living with her parents to stay with her for a week when her parents went for their annual holiday in Rome before returning home for Christmas.
Mary laughed at her granddaughter's cheekiness. "But seriously, is this Chris guy handsome?" asked Mary, back to matchmaking business.
"Hello there!" greeted Mary.
"Oh, hi!" Chris greeted back while locking his door. He was about to go out.
"Going to work?" asked Mary after she has noticed that Chris was carrying a dark navy leather briefcase.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Chris politely.
"Oh dear, just call me Mary. And you're Chris?" asked Mary.
"Um...yes. H-how did you know my name?" Chris was surprised.
"You've met my granddaughter, Jane."
"Oh, Jane. So, both of you live together?" asked Chris.
"Oh, no. I'm just here for a week," said Mary.
"I see. So, Jane lives alone?" asked Chris with a hidden meaning.
"Yes. And she is still single," Mary winked at him, indicating that she understand what he really meant. Chris was flustered. "You should come over for a dinner sometime," Mary invited him.
"Oh well, that's very nice of you. But, I'm not sure whether Jane is ok with it or not," Chris was concerned after Jane trying to end their conversation hastily.
"Don't you worry, my dear. She will be delighted to have you," assured Mary.
"All right," Chris smiled.
"So, how about this Saturday?" asked Mary.
"Um...I don't think I can make it this Saturday. My grandpa is coming this Saturday," said Chris.
"Then bring along your grandpa. That's settled. See you on this Saturday," said Mary. Chris was so surprised by Mary's friendliness and her persistence. But he was happy about it because this meant that he got to see Jane again.
"You look ravishing," Chris complimented Jane when she opened the door for them in a dusty pink two straps maxi dress.
"Thanks," Jane blushed at his compliment. He looked ravishing too in a simple white long sleeve shirt tucked in a dark denim. But Jane kept the compliment to herself instead of saying out loud.
"Oh ya, this is my grandfather, Ric-"
"Richard," Mary cut in before Chris could finish the sentence.
"How long has it been?" said Richard, the older version of Chris and also no less attractive than him.
"50 years," replied Mary with a warm smile.
"I can't believe they have met 50 years ago. That's just wow!" said Chris and gestured Jane to sit beside him on the bench. Jane just smiled looking at him. The spark in his ocean blue eyes were so mesmerizing that Jane found herself couldn't stop looking at them. "You're gazing at me," said Chris with a smirk.
"What?! No!" denied Jane. She looked away, blushed with embarrassment. Chris burst into laughter.
"Hey, I'm sorry," Chris apologized when Jane rose to her feet ready to walk away from the embarrassment. He grabbed her hand and gently pulled her towards him until they were so close enough that they could hear each others' breathing.
"I think we should head back. They might be worried about us," Jane took a step back to create a gap between them.
"Oh, come on! They are not gonna worry about us. They are having a good time," Chris was trying to catch up with Jane who was already walking ahead of him. "Jane, please!"
Jane turned to her back and sighed. She surrendered to his puppy eyes. "All right, I think I could use some fresh air too."
"Yes, you could," Chris smiled in victory. "So, tell me. Why are you still single? I mean, you're charming."
"I guess not everyone finds that I'm charming," said Jane, wittily. Chris chuckled softly.
"Look," Chris stood right in front of her, putting a halt to their stroll. "I'm not asking you to fall in love with me right now. I'm asking you to give me a chance. You know, take you out for a dinner. Get to know each other."
"Michelangelo's," said Jane. "The pizza place around the corner," explained Jane after he looked at her confusedly.
"Is that means-"
"Yes," Jane nodded. Chris smiled and they continued to stroll under the warm winter's night.