Page 2 of Love Letters from a Libra
Rell questioned. “Something like?—”
His words were interrupted when the café door chimed, and I saw him walk in. He was tall, maybe six-two, with a presence that didn’t demand attention but naturally commanded it. He had dark shoulder-length locs. He was wearing a simple black Henley that fit his frame and a pair of jeans. His moves were deliberate yet fluid, as if he were mapping the room.
Toni counted out bills for our check, but my eyes drifted back to him as he approached the counter. As he spoke to the barista, his voice carried smoothly. The timber of it made my skin prickle, which had nothing to do with the café’s air conditioning.
“Why are you tracking that man after you just literally spent twenty minutes explaining why you were taking a break from men?” Rell questioned.
Shit, he had me questioning myself.From what I could tell, he ordered tea and settled at a table by the window.
“Z, you’re staring,” Rell declared.
“I’m observing,” I lied, forcing my eyes back to Rell.
Toni followed my previous line of sight. “Hmm. He’s cute, but you literally just said?—”
“I know what I said.” I interrupted.
“You’re doing that thing,” Toni observed.
“What thing?” I asked.
“You know, where you convince yourself the universe sends you signs through random men in coffee shops.”
Rell nodded. “Yeah. Remember the guy at Whole Foods you thought was your twin flame until you found out he was married with kids?”
I giggled. “Fair point. Okay, maybe I’m just really sexually frustrated. Let’s get out of here before I do something embarrassing like ask him what time he was born.”
Toni laughed. “Now that is the kind of self-awareness I like to hear.”
We gathered our things while Rell performed his usual routine of ensuring he hadn’t forgotten anything.
“That Venus in Libra energy’s loud. Own it,” a deep voice acknowledged.
I looked up to find him standing beside our table. Up close, he was even more devastating, his strong jawline softened by full lips and skin that suggested he spent time in the sun. His eyes were brown, but they shifted in the light, and he looked at me like he was solving a puzzle.
“It’s in your aura,” he continued before walking away, leaving me with my mouth open while Toni and Rell stared at him in shock.
“What the hell was that?” Rell whispered loud enough for half of the café to hear him.
Toni’s eyes narrowed, her protective instincts kicking in. “Girl, either he is a poet . . . or a stalker.”
He was right; my Venus was in Libra. That wasn’t exactly rare, but it wasn’t something you could guess by looking at someone. He said it with certainty, like it was written across my forehead.
I turned my moonstone ring on my finger before adjusting my purse strap. The rational part of my brain was screaming this was the kind of situation Toni warned me about, strange men with too much knowledge and not enough boundaries. Yet another part, a deeper, more insistent part of my brain, whisperedfinally.
“Z, you good?” Rell asked.
“I’m fine, let’s go,” I managed.
I made my way toward the exit, with Rell and Toni flanking me like bodyguards. As we reached the door, I couldn’t help myself. I glanced back.
“That was weird. Who the hell walks up to someone and talks about their birth chart?” Toni questioned once we were outside safely, her lawyer brain already building a case.
“Someone who knows astrology,” I suggested weakly, though that didn’t explain the certainty in his voice.
“Or someone who’s been watching you. I don’t like it, Z,” Toni countered.
“Are you kidding me? That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever witnessed. That was some soulmate level shit right there.” Rell practically vibrated with excitement.
