He was on his break at the local coffee shop, amused by a foreign woman who was complaining to the waiter about not being served Blueberry Syrup in her Lattee. Oh what an accent.
Before heading back to work he checked the rain through the massive window and went to the Toilet. A new Gender Neutral toilet they had built just to make him feel naughty.
As he was waiting she walked in and ignored his smile. A smile that had got him quickly up the social ladder and was even better than any techie gadget that was yet to be invented. Was he losing his appeal?
She stood in silence like a bronze renaissance statue making him feel more and more self conscious.
“After you!” Jeff cried.
She looked surprised.
” Are you a time traveler? Because real gentlemen only exist in the olden days.”
“I am indeed a time traveler, but where I come from I struggle with undoing tight women’s corsets.” He said, surprising himself.
“Watch this” she snapped and smiled. Pulling a lipstick bar out of nowhere she wrote
OUT OF ORDER
on the door, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him inside, just as very bad thunder stroke.
A Kiss. Another Kiss.
“Give me your phone” and she switched it off.[sociallocker][/sociallocker]
” Your watch” and she flushed down rhe loo his 4K collector’s item.
The cabinet was the right size to satisfy both of their repressed instincts, with UV lights taking them to forbidden land on the Baby Changing Table.
“I don’t have…” he hesitated
” Shut up! This bitch is doctored” and pointed at a scar on her belly- button.
She snatched his wedding ring and swallowed it.
He felt taken away by a vicious flood, helpless and grateful and merging into civilisation like he had never known it before.
The Blueberry woman had actually just tied her hair into a ponytail, unlike all the women before her who let their hair loose for interaction.
Jeff Adams, the PR Executive at Tengams & Co was reclaiming a missed out teenagehood.
He had no idea how long this lasted, but as he tied his shoelaces she rushed out, grabbing her Blueberry- less lattee and undoing her hair.
After the shaking event Jeff had to make the building receptionist buzz him in because he couldn’t find his Pass.
He didn’t keep this woman in his heart- he kind of carried her in his pocket everywhere he went, now with eyes wide open to any blowing encouter a sudden weather change could bring.
As for the ring, his wife only noticed it was missing after three months – forcing him to lie like a kiddo about it.
But the second best reward he got from this fling was -his very annoying sciatic pain vanished like Black Magic.
About a year later, on a rainy Tuesday morning, he saw an “out of order ” scribble on his office door.
” Great, I get the day off” he thought, but opened the door anyway…. to see…. the Blueberry Latte Woman sitting on his desk with a baby who was playing with his collector’s watch.
Their eyes met like a fox’s looking into wolf’s on a hungry full moon night.
“These belong to you.” She handed his Pass, ring and… watch! and also the heavy baby. She immediately walked out before he could say anything, leaving the buggy behind.
The medical papers of the kid were carefully filed in a bag inside the buggy, and it only took him a DNA test and a cheeky lawyer to claim his father rights.
He couldn’t believe his “perfect” wife understood and welcomed the baby, as they had been trying for one for over eight years.
Since then, he always checks with the local waitress that they have a full stock of Blueberry Syrup…
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