Sweet Sherri

"Sherri. The name's Sherri."

"Thanks Sherri! Mmm...do you taste like your namesake?" Michelle purred. "Anyway, are you free around 4-ish?"

"Yeah, wassup? Besides, I have to head out of Manhattan anyway."

"I'll shoot you an email of this nice coffee-shop. Want to meet me out there?"

"Sure...sounds like a plan. See you soon!"

"You too! Bye."

Sherri mindlessly chucked the cellphone back on her nightstand, then stared off in to space for a bit. "Wow...a real live girl," she thought to herself. "Making up for wasted high-school days." She smiled to herself, checked the time on her cell phone, then set the alarm for 2. She picked up her books and plunged herself into studying, thinking if that everything went according to plan, she'd be a bit tuckered out for studying afterwards.

***

Sherri strode off the subway steps, her backpack straps chafing on her rose colored fitted t-shirt. While she realized that wearing no underwear could be a risky situation, the thought of the Duane-Reade bag rustling against her school books and how much she would need from that bag made her cream-colored capris more than a bit uncomfortable. She looked down at her Google Maps printout, then followed the directions while getting a feel for the neighborhood. While it didn't look much different from her neighborhood, the vibe was a bit livelier. She was eyeballing this one art gallery in particular when she came across the coffee shop. Immediately, she was able to spot Michelle from the outside. She looked a bit more outgoing and, dare I say, peppy than her photo, but that could be just explained by crappy lighting or something. Her sensitive skin betraying her nerves, she walked over to the blue-haired girl and introduced herself.

"Michelle?"

"Oh, hi, Sherri! Have a seat! Want to have something to drink?

"Uh, sure," Sherri said as Michelle waved the waiter over. "Coffee, light and sweet please?"