Continued from Part 1:
“Weird,” Megan said to me, as we walked back to a seat near the door to wait for our coffee, “what was her deal?”
“I think she knows you.” I responded to Megan.
“Edwin, how could she know me? I’ve never seen her before.”
“You suggested this place, right? How’d you know about it?”
“I came in here once for like five minutes, my coworker was picking up some coffee. But whats-her-name wasn’t here, I’m pretty good with faces. Wait, why would you think that she knows me?”
“Megan?” We heard the barista yell out. There was no expression on Megan’s face for about two seconds.
“Megan, here’s your latte,” Kelly said. Megan smiled, and stood up to get brown paper coffee cup.
I had ordered regular coffee, and had ordered first, while Megan had ordered some super specialized latte. Baristas have their own priority lists when it comes to preparing coffee, I guess.
I picked up my coffee soon after that and we were on our way out, when Megan suggested to ask her why Kelly wanted her to pay for her own coffee. I thought Megan was joking, so I smiled. I looked at her face for some reassurance that she had made a joke, but Megan was not smiling. Then she stopped walking.
“Excuse me, Kelly?” Megan asked.
“Yeah?” Kelly answered, holding her cell phone with both hands and elbows on the counter.
Megan was not going to go through with it. It would be too awkward.
“Why did you, um, I’m sorry, did you think that…?” Megan started.
“Did you think it was weird for me to offer to pay for Megan?” I blurted out.
It was odd, but Kelly answered.
It turns out that she had witnessed Megan come in once, with a guy who had frequented the place often and happened to be quite rude.
“If a woman wants to pay for her own coffee, she should be allowed to.” Kelly stated.
It bothered her that women did not get a choice, and went on about women in the workplace, rape cases in Africa, and abortion issues. We couldn’t say much without risking upsetting Kelly, so we just listened, awkwardly sipping from our hot drinks in unison for a good ten minutes. She was quite a character, and spoke with uneven flow, and I’m pretty sure she was making up stuff.
“Then she feels obligated to return a favor,” she went on.
Oh no. Things were about to get weird. We had to get out of there. I reacted the only way I knew how: I took out my cell phone and acted surprised when I looked at the time. Kelly caught on, and her tone changed to apologetic while her current sentence faded while she thought of something else to say. The talk she was giving to us, two friends who had just met earlier that day, was about to get a lot more awkward, and I was glad to finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. And glad we got an answer.
“I didn’t mean to make you guys feel weird,” Kelly mentioned, “You guys look cute together. Tell me, how long have you guys been dating?”
“Oh no, we just met actually.” I said, after a short pause.
That was awkward, too.
“What?” Kelly looked smiled and sighed, “Well that makes sense. Wow.”
Megan and I were confused. What the heck was she talking about?
“So you and that, um, other guy a few weeks ago, you–”
“Friends,” Megan interrupted, “we’re coworkers actually.”
“Oh, ha ha! Thank god.”
Kelly and Megan exchanged some telepathic dialogue or something. They both smiled.
“I am so sorry. I was just like, ‘poor guy, this girl is obviously taking advantage,’ and the guy, um, your coworker comes here a lot, and he’s a real jerk, so I could totally see you ditching him” Kelly said.
So she wanted Megan to pay for her own coffee because she thought Megan was cheating on a jerk, but could totally rationalize it? But first gave a speech on me not giving women an option to decide? We slowly started inching toward the door.
“Thank you guys!” Kelly yelled out, as we opened the door. It got dark pretty fast outside.
So we didn’t really find out what you guys had mentioned in the comments. I guess it could be a lesbian coffee shop, or she could be a feminist. It was such a strange situation, that it still puzzles me, even though it happened a few months ago. Obviously I had to blog about it.
Once we were outside, Megan and I looked at each other. We didn’t have to say much about it, we were both thinking the same thing.
Actually we had no idea what had just happened.
Megan finally said what I wanted to ask. I think. Remember, I was quite confused. I could sense her mind working hard to get out this question:
“So, whose side was she on?”