Innocence

"Co...coffee?" She asked. "Now?"

I nodded. "I'm waiting for my bus, but I can take the next one. So if you won't get into trouble by missing yours, it would be nice."

She thought about it for a moment, and I didn't expect her to say yes at all. But she did. "Alright..." She said hesitatingly. I could see she was wondering whether I was hitting on her. Well, it was quite obvious that people didn't ask a random stranger to have a drink with them to become friends.

"Great," I said. "There's a coffee place inside the station, we can go there."

She nodded and we walked into the station, to the coffee place. The silence that was between us wasn't particularly awkward. I was wondering whether the girl was really naive enough to think this was a friendly drink, or whether her accepting my invitation meant she was gay after all. The former one seemed more likely.

We settled down at a table in the corner, and I went to get us our coffees. When I returned to the table about two minutes later, she had taken off her coat and scarf. I couldn't help but let me eyes wander the parts of her that I hadn't been able to see before, underneath her coat. Her breasts weren't too big, but they were full and round and because of the cold, I could see two small nipples poke through her shirt a little bit. She probably didn't realize.

"So," I said, warming my hands on the coffee that was still too hot to drink. "I saw you were looking at me." It was fun making her shy. She blushed easily.

"Looking at you?" She tried to deny it. She misunderstood. She didn't realize I didn't mind her looking at me. "You were looking at me, you know."

I grinned. "Not until you were looking at me. But frankly, I'm glad you were looking at me because I might not have noticed you otherwise. I'm glad you did. I'm just curious why you were."

She nibbled on her lip for a moment, as if trying to figure out whether to lie or tell the truth.