Breakfast at Annie's Part 2

“What the hell?  It’s too early to be making so much noise,” said Bertie.   You know I need quiet in the morning.”

“Just ignore it.  It’s probably just some obnoxious kid blasting through town.”

 

Bertie turned her head to see what the commotion was when Sophie heard her say, “Woe, who is that?”

Sophie saw a tall, well-built man in sexy, black leather sitting astride a Honda motorcycle.  “I don’t know, never seen him before, said Sophie.

“Well that body speaks for itself.  I wonder what’s hiding under that helmet,” said Bertie. 

“You’re such a dog Bertie.  Stop that before you embarrass yourself,” said Sophie.

“Oh please, don’t tell me you’re not a little bit curious.”

“No, I’m not,” Sophie said gruffly.

“Well girl you’ve just proven what I’ve thought all along.”

“And what is that, pray tell?”

“That you are numb from the neck down,” countered Bertie.

Sophie went back to her coffee choosing not to engage in their friendly repartee while Bertie changed the angle of her chair to get a better look at the stranger’s unveiling.  If anything, Bertie appreciated a good-looking man.

Sensing he was being watched, he stepped off his bike and put the kick stand in place.  Reaching for his chin strap, he unhooked his helmet and grabbed a pair of sunglasses from his breast pocket.  Nodding at Sophie and Bertie, he walked into Annie’s Coffee Shop.

“Hello Gorgeous,” said Bertie.

Trying very hard to ignore Bertie, Sophie reverted to their previous conversation.  “So, other than the Mc Murphy book club is there anything else going on this week that we need to discuss?”

“Nothing special, but did you see that chin? Kirk Douglas’s, dimple and all.  And, those broad shoulders.  I wonder what color his eyes are,” said Bertie.

“Can you not let it go?  He’s just somebody passing through town.”

“Well, maybe not, but I’m sure Annie will find out.  You know how she gets people to talk about themselves.  Amazing.  The quietest suddenly spill their guts over a cup of Annie’s coffee and home-made pastry. 

Fifteen minutes later, Gorgeous steps out of Annie’s twirling a key.    Sunglasses resting low on the bridge of his nose, he smiles at Bertie but locks eyes with Sophie as if daring her to speak.  Wearing a mischievous grin, he raises one eyebrow and slowly pushes his sunglasses in place.  Walking towards his motorcycle, he gracefully sits astride, replaces his helmet, starts the engine, and rolls around the corner.

“What was that all about, Sophie? I get a smile, and you get a standoff.  Okay, spit it out.  Do you know that a guy?”

With her hands shaking, Sophie places her coffee cup on the table and begins to breathe again.  “I don’t believe it!  It can’t be. Oh, crap, that’s the guy I told you about last week when I went running. You remember the one with the big ass dog who scared the bejeebers out of me and then when his owner arrived, I couldn’t talk because I was too busy drooling over him like a school girl. ”

Unable to contain herself, Bertie started clapping her hands and laughing so loud that other people started starring.  "You've got to be kidding me.  That was him?  I don't know about  you, but I'm going inside to see what Annie learned and to find out this guy's name.  Come on Sophie, aren't you the tiniest bit interested?"

"Of course; I'd be lying if I said no.  Okay, let's go see what Annie has to say."