13 Tea (1/2)
There was a long pause, but then Tina began talking.
”I saw him in the neighbourhood, and invited him over. That's okay, isn't it?” Tina asked worriedly in the continued silence. Meaghan was the first to wake up, reminding herself of who and what he was.
”Of course.En Ahmad, how are you doing tonight?” Rickie looked at her for a moment, and then suddenly bent down, causing Meaghan to jump back with a squeak. He straightened up, the dishtowel in one hand. He reached out and Meaghan took the cloth from him, pulse jumping as their fingers touched. She gestured with her free hand towards their sofa. ”Please have a seat, and I bring out some tea.”
”Oh, you don't need to do that…” Rickie began, but she quickly retreated to the kitchen.
Tina brightly spoke, ”We don't get many visitors, except when my friends come over to study.”She looked at him curiously. ”So are you a playboy?” Rickie looked at her, affronted, but she blithely continued. ”Meg said the birthday party was nothing more than players showing off.”
She giggled at his face. ”She was probably exaggerating. Anyway,” Tina performed a lightning-fast shift, ”my birthday is coming up soon. Do you play any instruments?”
”Well, I play a little guitar, but I'm not all that good. I don't have a lot of time to practice.” Rickie secretly smiled, thinking about Raine and her cello. ”So what classes are you taking in school?
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When Meaghan returned to the living room, carrying a tray containing a plate of fruit, several coffee cups and a teapot, she stopped for a moment to look at the pair on the couch.
In spite of his high-quality attire of dark gray slacks and lighter-toned golf shirt, he looked perfectly as ease on the well-sprung couch as he listened to her sister's prattling.The two of them seem to hit it off.It seemed like a chance meeting, but she was still suspicious.
Their conversation broke off at the sound of the tray being placed on the coffee table.Meaghan poured three cups, and then sat down on the wing-back chair.
Rickie admired the picture she made, dressed casually in green cotton pants and a button down blouse in a purple-check pattern, tied at the waist over a light green shirt. The curve of the shirt exposed the smooth skin of her throat; a gold necklace with a floating heart peeked out between the plackets.Her hair was in a simple braid; two small gold hoops in her ears. Her eyebrows suddenly moved together into a frown and he realised he was staring. He blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.
”You've got flour on your nose.”
Meaghan's hand flew to her face as she rubbed her nose. Sure enough, there were telltale white smudges.It must have happened when she was refilling her flour tin. The heat creeping up her neck warned her that she blushing furiously. Tina squealed, and even Rickie was unable to hold back a chuckle as she rubbed her nose with napkin. To cover up the incident, he took the closest cup and brought to his nose. Sniffing, he said, ”Chai tea is one of my favorites. Thank you.”