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The next day. ..

I got to the  coffee spot 30 minutes early. I needed those few minutes to try and hype myself up before telling Catherine how I felt. I'd already failed in the making amends with people prior to these four weeks. But maybe telling Catherine how I feel would fare much better.

As I was waiting for Catherine I kept talking to myself. "You can do this, you can freaking do this". I kept telling myself  such stuff in a panicked voice. One of the waitresses there kept staring at me like I was some crazy person. "Ey! Can I help you and your lost eyes", I ask her in a snappily tone. She soon walks away, mumbling something.

30 minutes later. ...

Catherine arrives, and surprisingly early. Which isn't something she usually does, because she's usually 5-10 minutes late.

Boy did this moment not feel like that time in my room when we were kids. Catherine sat done and greeted me. "Hey K! Have you been running or something, because you're real sweaty right now", she claims.  "No! But I am considering it right now", I say in my head.

"Uhm yeah. I decide to take a jog here, hence the sweat", I tell her. "Oh! I didn't take you for the jogging type. Maybe we can jog together one of these days", she says.  Before I can even answer, the waitress I snapped at comes to our table to takes our orders. "Good afternoon. What are you having today Mam", she asks Catherine.  "Black coffee for me", Catherine tells her.  "And for you sir", the waitress asks me with a look. "I'll have the same as the lady please", I tell her.  "Okay then. I'll make sure I do this, and you should too", she says with a minor sarcastic tone. She walks off and Catherine asks me, "what was that about". I tell her, "I have no idea".

"Anyways, I've been meaning to ask. How do you manage to skip work and come to meet up with me all the time during working hours", I ask Catherine.  "It's part of the job. I just tell them I'm going to look into a story, when I'm actually going to see a friend", she tells me.

"I see", I respond to her. "Okay K, if you're going to make your move do it now", I tell myself. But boy doesn't this feel like that time in my room.

As much I feel like telling Catherine how I feel right there on the spot, I choose to wait a little while longer. Our drinks finally arrive and this time around the waitress seems to be behaved. "Here are your drinks. I really hope you enjoy them, I had to keep telling myself you can do this, because it's my first day on my job and I'm really nervous", the waitress says with an innocent voice.

Never mind, she's still misbehaving.

The waitress walks off and Catherine says, "Aww shame. She's so nervous". After she says that, I have a light bulb go ding above my head. "I know exactly how to tell Catherine how I feel", I tell myself.

"I know that feeling all too well. Feeling nervous that is", I open up to Catherine. She raises her eyebrow and exclaims, "really! You nervous. I find that hard to believe". "Well obviously not now, but rather when we were kids in my room", I tell her.  Catherine's eyes widen as she starts to blush. "Where are you going with this K", she asks with a shy voice.

"Well you should know this day all too well. It was the day I told you that I liked you, and I honestly was extra nervous that day. In fact shit scared before I told you I liked you.

Bonus points for you telling me you had a boyfriend, that really didn't help my case. I honestly felt like a complete tool for probably screwing up our friendship", I tell Catherine, then after laughing and gulping my coffee.

Catherine smiles, but more of a guilty smile. "Well since we're on the topic of that day, I should actually tell you that I lied", Catherine claims. I tilt my head to the side and ask her, "lied about what". "Lied about having a boyfriend. Like you I was also nervous, but my nervousness came straight after you told me that you liked me. So I panicked and said that I had a boyfriend", Catherine tells me.

I look at her for five seconds, and immediately laugh uncontrollably.

"What's funny", she asks with a slightly annoyed tone. I look at her with tears in my eyes, and tell her, "You! I'm laughing at you. I never took you for being the nervous type, but I guess I was wrong". I continued on laughing. "Stop laughing", Catherine cries out, "you really put me in a type position that day", she says.

I keep laughing and say to her, "come on! It's a little funny if you think about it. I mean I'm crying right now from laughter compared to that day I was crying from regret", I tell her.  Catherine rolls her eyes and starts to giggle. "Okay it's a little funny", she claims. We soon both laugh uncontrollably for a good five minutes.

I wiped my eyes and ask Catherine, "so if that's case why did you lie that you had a boyfriend. Unless of course you felt the same way about me too". My eyes look  deep into Catherine's eyes with full intimidation.

"I, I. ..", Catherine starts to stutter.

"And you have being showing signs that you still feel that way about me lately. I mean if the spelling is correct I'm reading into this situation well. So then Catherine do you still like me. And don't try to use the boyfriend excuse this time around", I tell her while still looking into her eyes.

Catherine starts blushing uncontrollably.

"You know what, I'll cut to the chase. I like you Catherine and crazy enough I liked you as a kid but I like you more now as an adult. So what do you say to that", I ask her.

"I say, that I like you too K, and I've always liked you. So what do we do now", she asks me with a giggle. "Well for starters, I need to extended my so called vacation time", I think to myself. 

"I don't know. I've made a lot of mistakes in my lifetime, but I'm definitely not making the same mistakes a second time around. Especially with you and I. So maybe let's see how this thing works out and take it from there", I tell her while folding my arms.

"Okay let's do that", Catherine says with a smile. Her phone beeps. "Oh it's work things, looks like I have to go back to the office now", she says while getting up.  Before she leaves she looks at me and says, "thanks for the laughs and putting me on the spot AGAIN. I hope we can meet up again soon".

"Oh, we definitely will", I tell her. She soon walks off laughing. When she's finally out of seeing range, I hang back in my chair and exclaim, "yaaaaaasssss! Still got it".

I get up and walk to the counter to pay for the drinks. The waitress who served us is by the cashier machine. I pay the bill and drop an extra large tip in the tip jar.

I look at the waitress and tell her, "thanks for the setup and through pass. I managed to score".