“What do you want to do with your life?”
There it was, the eternally plaguing question, in front of her once again, mocking her, ready to slap her in the face.
“Must we discuss this now, Penelope?”, Jane asked.
“You’re the one who started the wining. “Oooh, I don’t know what to do with my life, everyone else does.” I didn’t start that.”, came the reply.
“Well, it’s true. It does feel like I’m the only one who’s all at sea.”, she grinned, “Do you see what I did there?”
Penelope made a face, “What?”
“The song, Penelope. They’re playing Jack Johnson’s ‘To the sea'”, Jane stated matter-o-factedly, referring to the song that was on in the background at the quaint cafe in which the two friends were seated. She went on in that tone she always used when she was frustrated that she’d made a reference that no one else got (which happened a lot) “And I said I’m ‘all at sea”, which is a Jamie Cullum song!! Come on, Penelope, how can you not get that?”
“Because you’re the only one who would get that.”
Jane conceded, “Fair enough.” Chugging the last bit of her coffee she continued, “One more?”
“Sorry, I can’t”, Penelope replied while typing away ferociously on her phone. “Jill just texted, she’s waiting for me at her place. I have to go meet Larry with her.”
“Oh ok, well, I’ll see you tomorrow”
“Are you heading home or what?”
“Oh no, I’m waiting for Will to arrive, he should be here soon.”
“What? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I would’ve stayed back to meet Will!”. Her tone was a bit too screechy for Jane.
“Relax, I forgot. He didn’t tell you either, so blame him.”
“He never tells me anything anymore.”
“Yes, well, that’s a conversation for another day, Pen” Jane said with a knowing look.
“Yes, true. Anyway, I’m off. You have fun with your Will.”
“He’s not ‘my Will’.” Jane replied while hugging Pen goodbye. “See you tomorrow”
Jane gestured for another cup of coffee and looked to her phone. It was 4.30pm. Will was late, but that was nothing new, she was used to it by now.
‘Would I ever date a guy who was perpetually late?’, she wondered. ‘Nah, I’ll probably dump him in a week. Can’t stand lateness. Then again, maybe if he was really right for me, then I’d give it a thought.’ She started fantasizing, ‘Maybe I’ll date the next guy who walks in through the door. Maybe he’ll be the one. Maybe he’ll be here to meet someone else but for a brief moment, just as he walks in, our eyes will meet and we’ll be frozen in that moment. And then, a few years later, we’ll meet on a random street and recognise each other. We’ll start talking and have coffee together. I’ll find out that he loves jazz, dogs, and travelling as well. And well, then we’ll live happily ever after of course.”
He thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the coffee shop door opening next to her. Before she could look up, a heady scent stirred her senses, ‘Ooh, a guy who smells good. Maybe he’ll be the one. Stranger things have happened.”
She looked up, he turned around to look at her and their eyes met.
What happened next? Come back in a few days to find out.