Sure, why not?

Café Darling

It could barely still be called morning by the time Traci and Ken worked their way up to the counter at Café Darling. The place was packed with students and even a few older people that were probably faculty. As they finally approached the counter, Ken insisted (again) on paying for their order. Traci had resisted the first few times but had grown tired of fighting and instead just mumbled her thanks and decided on some pastry and juice.

She decided it would be a good time to text her boyfriend as the staff behind the counter got their order ready. She unlocked her phone and saw three messages from Tommy waiting for her:

Good morning beautiful!

Hope ur first class is fun!

Text me back babe!

Traci felt a little guilty but quickly messaged back to let Tommy know about the odd intro speech Professor Blakely had given. Almost immediately the response came back: wow so weird.

She shot back a quick message to let Tommy know she was going to be grabbing some breakfast then heading to her next class before ending with a quick “love you, talk to you later!”

“Let’s find a seat,” Ken shouted over the din surrounding them. He was holding a tray with their order and slowly headed into the main seating area. The pair wandered aimlessly for a few minutes, having no luck finding any open tables, then Traci heard someone calling her name.

Ken leaned in toward her. “Hey, someone’s waving at us. Friend of yours?” He nudged his chin in the direction of a nearby table.

She looked over in the direction Ken was indicating only to see…Brad. Great. “Um, let’s keep looking.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s just—”

“Traci!” Somehow Brad’s voice managed to cut through the noise of all the chatter in the café. He waved the pair over, pointing at two empty seats opposite himself.

“See, there’s a couple of open seats right there.” Ken began heading in the direction of Brad’s table.

Reluctantly, Traci followed along. Brad was alone at the table, but the seat next to him was occupied by a small designer handbag. Traci didn’t recognize the brand, but it looked expensive.

Brad flashed a toothy smile. “Have a seat, you two!”

“Thanks!” Ken eagerly accepted the invitation and set the tray on the table. He pulled out one of the empty seats and looked expectantly at Traci, prompting her to sit despite her desire to be anywhere else.

“No problem,” Brad said, still smiling. “I’m Brad, by the way.”

“Ken.”

“Lucky timing, you two. We were just about to leave.”

Good, Traci thought.

“We?” Ken asked.

Brad jerked his thumb back over his shoulder. “Yeah, Monica had to hit the ladies room first. Good to see you again, Traci!”

Traci took a sip of her juice without responding.

Ken glanced at her, then at Brad.

Brad chuckled. “I think she’s a bit upset with me. And I don’t blame her. I said some inappropriate things.”

“Oh?” Ken paused midway through unwrapping his sandwich.

Brad held his hands up, palms facing them in a mock show of contrition. “Yeah but in my defense, I was a bit drunk and I didn’t mean anything. But we’re cool now. Right Traci?”

Traci ignored him and kept sipping her juice.

Brad let out a hearty laugh. “OK fine, I can’t blame you I guess.” A young woman about the same age as Traci approached the table. This must be Monica. She was Asian, slender, and leggy with an amble bust. Her short skirt did a good job of showing off her toned legs.

She made an exaggerated show of batting her eyes at Brad and her very clearly fake lashes flopped up and down. She let out a squeaky-voiced “Ready!”

“Great!” Brad stood and handed Monica her handbag. Then he wrapped his arm around the girl’s shoulder and pulled her in close. “Let’s get outta here and have some fun!”

“I can’t wait to suck that big white cock of yours,” she said with a giggle, completely oblivious (or maybe just completely uncaring) to the presence of anyone else.

Brad’s hand moved down to her butt and gave a firm squeeze, causing the girl to let out a delighted squeal. As they passed, Brad stooped down to whisper into Traci’s ear: “maybe I’ll let you have a taste one day.” Then he shot her a wink before leading his companion toward the exit.

“Um…” Ken just stared at his sandwich for a bit. “That was…interesting.”

“Uh, yeah.” Traci tried to finished her pastry but found that she was really not hungry. She quickly got up and excused herself, tossing her uneaten food into the nearest trash container.

“Uh, maybe I’ll see you around?” Ken called after her hopefully.

Traci gave him a half hearted wave but didn’t answer as she made her way outside.