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‘Too many people eat alone these days . Mind if I join you?' he said self assuredly.
'Oh… please, be my guest.'   I feebly reshuffled the newspaper to make room for him. He retrieved his orange juice from the counte r and sat down beside me, a wave of expensive cologne filling the air. C onfidence is the sexiest thing a man can have ... I’d heard that quote somewhere, and suddenly found myself agreeing with it wholeheartedly .
‘Are you reading that?’ He asked, patting the newspaper
'Fifty Shades of Grey? Or The Times?’
He squinted at the article where there was a picture of the book cover
' Fifty Shades... h aven’t heard of it’
‘Seriously? Everyone’s reading it. It’s about the sex life of a student and a billionaire’
‘Like, Rupert Murdoch and a marketing undergrad from Sheffield?’
‘No, the billionaire in the book is like, twenty seven’
‘That’s ridiculous ! ’ he said with a smirk .
‘Exactly why I’m not reading it’
‘Do you ever read the obituaries section in the paper?’ He asked, leafing through the Times to the obituaries ‘they're accidentally inspiring, make me glad to be alive. When I read them, I imagine my own obituary, and it makes me want to do outrageous things so it’ll be a better read. If you were in here, what would it say? Were it w ell written, of course' he fixed me with an intense gaze. His eyes we re deep blue with a rim of fiery g old around the pupil. He was so fucking attractive. But my obituary…
'Let me think… perhaps something like this; Eve St Clair, died today while flying too close to the sun. The wax in her homemade wings melted and she plummeted to her death in the English Channel . A once promising English student, she was driven insane with lust after reading Fifty Shades of Grey and mistook the sun for her soul mate.'
'Very good, very good indeed' he grinned ‘Eve St Clair huh, that's a beautiful name. I'm Adam’
'Adam and Eve' I smiled
‘What a coincidence ! ’ his eyes widened with surprise ‘do you study the bible in your English class?'
'No but perhaps next year it'll come up in my historical fiction paper’
‘Ah, so you’re an atheist?’ he chuckled
‘I believe in evolution, so yes’
‘My theory of evolution is that Darwin was adopted’ he said quickly 'for an atheist you have the most angelic face Eve. You’re really very beautiful.’
I blushed and glanced over at Alice. She was stuck behind the counter, wiping down the surfaces and pretending not to listen . The radio had gone very quiet.
‘So you study English’ he said curiously ‘you know my uncle is a professor of English? Professor Jonas’
Alice knocked something over and it smashed. I jumped with fright, and Adam got halfway out his chair before Alice waved him down, saying everything was fine in a flustered voice as she scrabbled for a dustpan and brush.
‘Actually I had Professor Jona s for a poetry course last year. He’s an astute teacher, very clear and confidant’
‘So what’s your favourite poem?’ Adam asked, leaning his chin on his fist
‘It has to be The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock, please tell me you’ve heard of it ... ’
‘In the room the women come and go, talking of Michelangelo’ he said, quoting a line from the poem ‘is it that one?’ he frowned unsurely .
‘Yes!’ my heart swelled. Confidence is the sexiest thing a man can have, except an appreciation of good poetry. Adam was the first man I’d met since Prof essor Jonas who had both. ‘L et me force the moment to its crises, and ask you what your plans are for this afternoon?’ I asked .
‘I have some thin gs to do’ he casually replied ‘but those things can wait ’
‘I have some poetry books at my place, would you like…’
‘I’d love to’ he said , cutting me off with a wicked grin.
I wish I could’ve got a picture of Alice’s face as I left the café with Adam. I gave her a wink from the door and she shook her head in