The Cafe

Café Darling

Traci made her way to the conveniently located Café Darling—according to the school’s brochure—named after Brady Darling, one of Williamston College’s mega rich alumni donors who was apparently really, really fond of coffee. They even served a special “Darling Roast” there.

Unlike the campus itself, the café was quite bustling and Traci found herself having to squeeze past a throng of students just to get to the counter and place her order. But the staff was quite efficient, and even with the sizable breakfast crowd managed to zip through the orders with impressive speed.

Traci took her iced tea and turkey sandwich and found a small table near the far wall. She’d just about finished her meal and was about to leave when someone sat across from her.

“Hey.” It was Brad from the bar last night. “Traci, right?”

{if TrioRacistAF = TRUE}

Traci froze. She looked at Brad, not knowing what to say, how to react even. She couldn’t believe he had the nerve to sit at the table with her like this as if he hadn’t said some truly reprehensible things to her last night.

“What’s with that look?” Brad said, smiling slightly. “Don’t tell me you’re upset about some of those things I said last night? Look, maybe I had a little bit too much to drink and got a bit loose in the tongue.”

Traci couldn’t believe this guy. Sitting there and making excuses for the horrible, racist things that came out of his mouth.

Brad shrugged. “Hey, I was just having a little bit of fun, you know? Believe it or not, a lot of Asian girls love that kind of talk.”

Traci just stared at him in disbelief.

“Yeah. I mean, your friend Kelly didn’t seem to mind.”

Traci didn’t even know what to say. But he was right, Kelly didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact she seemed entertained by it—even being directly called such a nasty slur had elicited a giggle from her.

Brad stood and stepped around the table so he was standing barely a foot away from Traci, his crotch almost level with her face. She couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his jeans. It was really quite large. She couldn’t ever recall noticing a bulge like that in Tommy’s pants. She felt her face flushing and quickly looked down at the table.

“OK, seriously,” Brad said. “I didn’t really mean anything. Like I said, just having a little bit of harmless fun. But I don’t want you to think I’m a bad guy. So why don’t you and Kelly come out with us again tonight? We’ll take the two of you out to a proper restaurant—no booze this time—and we’ll show you around the town. There’s some cool spots I think you’ll like. Kelly already has my number.”

Brad didn’t wait for a reply. Traci looked up to see him already making his way through the crowd toward the exit. She couldn’t help but notice the outline of Brad’s butt through his jeans. She wondered how firm and tight it would feel if she ran her fingers across it.

What the hell? Ugh.

Traci reminded herself that Brad was a complete jerk. A real racist ass. But she couldn't deny that he was really quite attractive.

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Traci nodded.

“Hey, sorry if I came across a little…” Brad tilted his head to the side and seemed to give his next words a bit of thought. “Look, we kind of had a lot to drink last night.”

Traci nodded again. “Oh, yes I think so.”

“Hey, you were a bit out of it too, you know.”

“Oh um, yeah. I don’t really drink. Usually.”

Brad stood and stepped around the table so he was standing barely a foot away from Traci, his crotch almost level with her face. To her shock, she found her eyes drawn to the bulge in his jeans. It was really quite large. She couldn’t ever recall noticing a bulge like that being visible in Tommy’s pants. And suddenly the dream she’d had the night before flashed through Traci’s brain—she could still remember how big Brad’s…penis…felt in her hand—in the dream, that is. Traci felt her face flushing and quickly looked down at the table.

“OK, anyway,” Brad said, “I don’t want you to think I’m a complete asshole or anything. A little bit of an asshole, maybe. But not a complete asshole.”

Traci couldn’t help but grin a little bit.

“So why don’t you and Kelly come out with us again tonight? We’ll take the two of you out to a proper restaurant—no booze this time—and we’ll show you around the town. There are some cool spots I think you’ll really like. Kelly already has my number.”

Brad didn’t wait for a reply. Traci looked up to see him already making his way through the crowd toward the exit. She couldn’t help but notice the outline of Brad’s butt through his jeans. Traci still wasn't sure if Brad really was sincere in their talk just then, but Kelly was right—he really was quite attractive.

{endif}

After Brad was gone, Traci quickly cleaned up and disposed of her trash. She considered the possibility that maybe she had only seen the worst side of Brad last night, and maybe it wouldn't hurt to accept his invitation. But she wasn't fully convinced.

Well, there would be time to deal with that later, Traci decided.