bass player kind of girl

It was the perfect 'rainy Saturday afternoon lets meet for coffee' kind of outfit. And when she saw the company, she was glad she was sporting it. In the ultra-trendy stainless steel world of Carlitos, the black ultraflat boots with pink stitching were a perfect match for the medium denim washed jeans, cropped with a cuff and a pink stripe down the side. Black t-shirt, nerdy dark burgundy half glasses, mascara and lipgloss. And a look completed with a fabulous purse. It was effortless, or so it appeared. Geek meets chic. And that's the way she liked it.
Her friend smiled as she approached the table. Two pairs of eyes looked up from a chess game. One the friend she had gone to meet, the other, the friend of the friend. One hand extended as eyes behind glasses and curly hair, joined with another hand, dark rimmed glasses and curly hair. Names exchanged casually with the usual, nice to meet you. It really was nice.
The chess game continues while the third party drinks her coffee and flips through a newspaper unsuspectingly. The games intensity is broken by laughter and sporadic conversation between all three parties. The worry of feeling like the third wheel is gone. Small talk, coffee, games and reading.
Coffee cups empty, other engagements to attend. Other plans made. Smiles, see you arounds, and it was really nice meeting you. Said once. more.