I sat in the corner of the cafe at a table against the window. My cup of cinnamon milk tea remained untouched as I watched crowds of people pass by. Some made eye contact while others walked on, wrapped up in a conversation between friends or their eyes focused on a small bright screen held between their hands. I didn’t mind either way. I enjoyed creating backstories and making up their conversations in my head. It was a type of therapy for me, a way to unwind at the end of a tiring week. I grabbed the back of my chair and stretched my body by fully turning side to side. When I faced forward again, a stranger was seated across from me.
“Hello?” I said in confusion.
“Sorry, is this seat taken? Are you expecting anyone?” she asked, crossing her arms on the table.
“No, I’m not expecting anyone,” I replied, still trying to grasp the situation.
Before I could say another word, a waiter came to take her order. She quickly glanced over at my cup and said that she would have the same. The waiter nodded and left towards the kitchen. Silence began to fill the space between us while she turned her attention towards the window and began to look at the people outside. I brought my cup to my lips but continued to look straight at her. She had big, round almond colored eyes and her skin was milky white. Her hair was black and stopped just below her chin. She wore what appeared to be a plain, white one-piece over a teal shirt underneath. A thin silver necklace with a crescent moon pendant rested on her chest. She was pretty, that much I was sure, however, I was certain we had not met until today. I decided to break the silence.
“Who are you?” I asked, slightly afraid to hear the answer.
“Nobody really,” she replied, continuing to look out the window. “Just another pretty face looking for a free meal.”
My face scrunched up in slight anger. She turned to look at me and softly giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. She smiled at me and shook her head.
“I’m kidding silly,” she laughed. “But I really am nobody. Just think of me as a passing shower. I’ll be gone before you know it.”
The waiter came back and set her drink on the table. She thanked him and immediately took a sip from her cup.
“This is amazing!” she exclaimed in excitement. “I can’t believe you’re just letting it go to waste like that! I think I might be in love.”
She took a longer sip than the last and set the cup down on the table. She reached behind her (probably a bag that she had placed there but I had not seen), took out her phone, and snapped a few pictures.
“It’s a shame that I didn’t think to take a photo beforehand. It looked as amazing as it tasted.”
She set aside her phone face down on the table before she spoke again, “Now where were we?”
“You still haven’t answered my question: who in the world are you?” I asked again, this time with determination to find out her identity.
“Hmph. I already told you, I’m nobody. Isn’t it enough that a pretty girl like me wants your company?”
She put her hands into both of her hands and fluttered her eyelashes. I kept my face blank and emotionless until she finally gave up. Seeing my resolve, she let out an audible sigh and pouted her lips.
“I guess it doesn’t work on everyone,” she started, putting her hair behind her ears. “I was outside on the bench right in front and I noticed you here at this table. At first, it seemed like you were staring right at me and I thought ‘How could he lust after my body! The audacity!’ Then, I realized that you weren’t looking at anyone or anything in particular. It seemed like you were off exploring a different universe in your head. Ten minutes of staring later, I decided to come and join you.”
She smiled at me while I mindlessly blinked at her, unsure of what to say. I awkwardly smiled back, looked down at the table, and held my cup in both hands. I became lost in thought and searched for the right combination of words to say.
“Can I ask you something?”
I looked up to see her leaning forward and staring right at me, her face filled with pure curiosity. Taken aback, I nodded without saying a word.
“Do you believe in aliens?” she asked.
I took a moment to consider her question before answering.
“There’s no physical evidence, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they actually are real.”
“Hm. I wonder,” she said, turning back towards the window. “A lot of people tell me that seeing is believing. And I think that’s utter bullshit. There are a lot of things that can’t be seen but are just as real. We’re unable to see the air around us, a person’s thoughts, their mental health. We can’t see these things, but that doesn’t make it all the less real. Even though the entire world hasn’t seen aliens, that doesn’t mean that they aren’t real. So people who say ‘seeing is believing’ are just full of crap.”
She paused for a second and brought her drink to her lips. Then after she set it down, she continued talking.
“I mean, I can’t even be sure of what I’m thinking sometimes or what I personally feel, but I know that it’s real. Why? Because I’m right here, living and breathing right in front of you. And sometimes all you need is a little leap of faith to make fiction into reality. And whether it’s physical or mental, with that leap of faith, it becomes real.”
“Honestly, I’m not good at words and I’m probably rambling on but I want to take a leap of faith right now and make the invisible visible,” she turned her entire body towards me and looked at me straight in my eyes. “I want my thoughts to be seen by the whole world and when I say the whole world, I mean just by you. So, what I’m trying to say is: I’m going to kiss you.”
Without waiting for my response she got up from her chair, walked towards me, and grabbed my face. Then, she closed her eyes and kissed me. Her lips were sweet and tasted like a mixture of peach and cinnamon. My eyes became enlarged in shock and I made a mental attempt to break away. However, my body wouldn’t listen and I began to kiss her back. Unknowingly, I had fallen head over heels with her and to be quite honest, I didn’t intend on stopping.