You've Lost Your Mind

I sipped on my coffee, trying to drag my eyes away from the gorgeous girl in front of me. Oh god, had I been staring? I glanced across the coffee shop and my eyes landed on the barista who'd approached Mariah earlier. He'd been glaring at me since I ordered our coffees. Perhaps, I thought, he'd been hoping to get her number before I ever so politely interrupted. That was likely, but no, I had gotten to her before he could. Good one, Alan, good one.
However, I couldn't really help but think about how hard it would be to get into her pants. I mean, she was beautiful. And she liked some pretty seemingly good music. But she seemed pretty confident in herself which might be a bit of a problem. Trust me, I'm not trying to hurt her in any way, shape, of form. But I'm not saying I'm not gonna fuck her as soon as I get the chance. Who wouldn't hop on that opportunity? I'm not really looking for a long-term relationship because of touring and stuff; it just wouldn't work out. I'm more of a one night stand type of guy anyways.
"Alan?" Mariah said softly.
I glanced back at her. "Hmm?"
She glanced at the coffee in her hands. "Thanks for buying me this. I hate to run off but I really must get back to work before my boss chops my head off."
Oh, she had to leave? Damn, it seems we'd only been here for a little bit. "Well, at least let me drive you to work so you don't have to go in the cold?" I suggested, biting my lip. Don't look like a creeper, Alan. Don't look like a creeper.
She let out a giggle and shrugged. "I guess you could if you wanted, but it's sort of hard to find..."
Smiling in triumph, I nodded. "I have a gps," I said, pulling my phone from my pocket.
"Oh, and Alan?" she asked, almost at a whisper.
I stared at her. "Yeah?"
"Would I sound creepy if I asked to exchange numbers with you?" she murmured, staring at her cup of coffee.
I don't know why I'm so excited about getting her number. I'm really not new to this. But she gave me a little flutter in my chest. I don't know... "I was going to ask you the same," I laughed nervously.
"Well, I can just put your number in my phone." I handed her my phone and she sent herself a text from it.
I took my phone back, opening gps. "What's the address?"
She told me timidly, staring at her feet as I led her to my car. I opened the door for her and she got in.
"You didn't seem really quiet at first," I began, "something wrong?"
She shook her head quickly. "No, nothing's wrong. I'm just not really social." Lies, lies, and more lies. I could see right through her. She was a social butterfly. But I must have the affect on her that I have on all girls. A flutter in her stomach. A certain shyness.
"Oh," I said, starting the car and beginning the drive to her work. "So what do you do?"
At first she seemed confused, then she shrugged. "I work for a marketing agency. I sit at a desk all day, basically." A slight, involuntary laugh escaped her jaws.
I rolled my eyes. "I would rip my hair out."
She smiled. "I'm surprised I haven't ripped mine out."
I stopped in front of the big office building. "Have a fun rest of the day," I laughed. She got out of the car after murmuring a thanks and walked into the building.
After she'd left I sat in the parking lot for a little bit. This girl certainly seemed pretty fun. But I'd only spent about half an hour with her. I guess I'd need to see her again.
As I was about to pull out, I noticed a small coat lying in the seat. Grabbing it, I got out of my car and made my way to the building. As I entered, a few people gave me glares. I didn't exactly look like the type of person to be at a marketing agency, but oh well.
"What floor is Mariah Slade on?" I asked the woman at the front desk.
"Floor 3, room 607," the woman sighed, not bringing her gaze away from the paper she was scribbling away on.
I gave her a thank you before walking to the elevator and pressing the ‘up’ button. It opened and I found a man in a suit leaning against the wall of the elevator.
I waved as I got in. "Hi."
The man said nothing, only glared. I went to press the 3 button but it was already lit up. I felt the elevator rise and the doors soon opened to the third floor. The man and I both exited.
"Uh, where is room 607?" I asked the man.
He let out an annoyed sigh. "Follow me." We walked down the corridor and soon stopped in front of a door. "In here."
I walked in, seeing Mariah sitting at a desk. I held the coat tightly and walked over to her. She set the phone she was holding down after saying, “I love you, bye” and glanced up at me.
"What are you doing here, Alan?" she asked. Was that... disappointment?
"You forgot your coat," I said, placing it on her desk. Who had she been saying she loved? Did she have a boyfriend? Oh god. I bought her coffee. What if her boyfriend wants to kill me? Oh god.

Notes

2nd chapter :)