Go get a coffee

You wait till the next day before getting in contact with Gisele. Mainly so you can decide what you want to do. There's quite a few possibilities but you soon find yourself coming back to just having a coffee. It's casual, relaxed, and rather non threatening. Which you feel may be important if this is to go where you want it to after the other day's events.
She responds relatively quickly saying she likes the idea but through her word choice you suspect there's still a bit of confusion and nervousness. She's **** so still doesn't feel like she has a choice and is entirely unsure of what you're up to at the moment, you surmise from the ensuing exchange in which you arrange the time and date for the date. You must say you're still not sure what you do want. Part of you even wonders if you just didn't like the situation previously. It felt too fake and **** perhaps. You want something more natural. Or maybe you do actually like her... Or see the potential to like her atleast.

No matter why you soon find the day rolls around. Less than a week after the initial encounter that precipitated this all. You're already sat in the coffee shop a few minutes before the time. You're certain she'll turn up so feel no nerves at being stood up and there's no embarrassment about drinking a coffee alone. In fact a large amount of people in the independent café are.
As the clock strikes the meet up time she appears into view of the large windows on one side of the building. Making you think she'd been waiting just round the corner out of sight. She's fiddling with her hair and dusting down her dark blue jacket as she walks along the pavement towards the entrance to the establishment. You'd both had to decide on a suitable meeting time as you were **** to close your office for a whole day and she was unable to do many times due to work or childcare commitments. But eventually had been able to settle on an around midday date. Slotting in between two of her shifts and her kids being at school whilst also enabling you to just close for a long lunch.

As she enters and begins looking round to see you you stand from your chair. She quickly spots you, smiling with slight relief as she realises she's not been stood up. As she walks over to you you slide your gaze over her. She's wearing a dark blue jacket over a white large midriff top, which gives a glimpse of her belly button before her dark blue skinny jeans begin. Her face, however, is where you find yourself lingering most as you both make pleasantries and sit after a quick hug. She's wearing less make up today than she had been the last time you met but you can tell a similar amount of time has gone into it. Its more subtle but still done. She looks less 'sexy seductress' more 'beautiful woman'. Which given the changing tone of the circumstances makes sense. But considering she's just come from a cleaning shift, as she reveals in your initial chatter, you are certain this is all done for you. A fact that pleases you.
You haven't exactly made no effort. A longer than usual shower this morning, some light aftershave, goes with some extra care on your hair to make a hopefully better impression yourself. You're also wearing a smart but casual shirt, one you typical reserve for friend's birthdays or the sort. Put together you can't help but notice you could make quite a suitable couple.

The conversation itself is pleasant, flowing well. Not crazily well to be fair, but any pauses seem natural and allow for coffee to be sipped at. You learn a bit more about her life, and she about yours. She has two children, 7 and 5 respectively. She's 31 and the children are both to one man who is now firmly out of the picture. You try not to pry but the sense is clear that the father is long gone and won't be returning, ever. Its noticeably a sore topic but one that neither of you dwell on at all.
You are somewhat surprised, but as the conversation goes on less so, to find out that she has a degree in English despite being born and spending her early years in the Dominican. She's rather smart and you can see there were definitely some ambitions that had to be curtailed due to her children. You have a surprising amount of common interests but both note your lives were highly unlikely to intercept ever other than how they have. She seems happy to not linger on this subject either and you are more than eager to move the conversation on.

Far too soon, you feel, you both become aware of the time and she need to hurry off to get ready for her next work shift. You pay for the coffees, but note she does make some attempt to pay for hers herself. You walk her a little way along the street after exiting, finishing up the conversation you'd just been having. As you get to the turning where your paths will differ you both natural find yourself slowing your pace.

She turns towards you "Well that was really nice James..." her voice trailing off slightly, unsure where to go now.

"Yes it was," you answer before leaning in towards her. Her face says steady as she looks up to you, leaning in slightly herself even. Taking this sign you kiss her on the lips. Lingering for a second or two. Afterwards you can't help but notice her light brown cheeks blush slightly.
You both make your byes and agree to arrange too meet again soon.