Page 5 of Love Letters from a Libra
As I pulled away from Carlos’s house in my car, I thought about the universe not making mistakes. Zanaa wrote about perfect timing in her blog, and I was about to show her what that looked like.
Libra Daily Horoscope– With Venus in your sign, you’re glowing without trying. Even if brief, expect magnetic encounters. Stay open, but remember not every spark needs to be a fire. Some people will remind you you’re still flammable.
I enteredHoney and Sage with my notebook tucked under my arm. The afternoon crowd was in full swing as I scanned the room for an empty seat. Thursday afternoon shouldn’t have been this packed, but here we were.
“Hey, Zanaa!” The barista waved from behind the counter. I smiled but kept it moving. I wasn’t here for small talk today.Music played overhead, as some singer whined about lost love. A perfect soundtrack for what I was here to do. My followers expected their planetary movements, and I had deadlines to meet.
I weaved between the tables, dodging backpacks and legs, when I spotted the last empty table. A corner table hidden by a potted fern. Perfect. I made my move. Then I saw him, the guy from last week who knew my Venus was in Libra without me saying a damn word. He moved toward the same table, his eyes locked on it like it was the last lifeboat on the Titanic.
We reached the table at the same time. I dropped my notebook on it as he touched the back of the chair.
“I definitely saw the table first,” I said, gesturing to my notebook. I wasn’t backing down.
He didn’t flinch. Instead, he smiled. “Technically, I think we saw it at the same time, but I’ll concede.” I pursed my lips because I knew there would be a catch.
“You can have it, but only if you sit with me,” he said, smirking at me.
There it was, the catch.I tapped my fingers on the notebook. I came here to work, not flirt, and these horoscopes weren’t going to write themselves. My followers got antsy when I was late posting. Plus, it was Thursday, and my grandmother would be waiting for her tea and gossip. Still, something about him made me pause. Maybe it was the tribal tattoos peeking out from his rolled shirt sleeve. He didn’t push. He waited patiently for my answer.
“I came here to write, not entertain,” I replied, still tapping my notebook.
“Writing what?” he asked, yet he seemed genuinely interested, not like someone who was trying to extend a conversation.
“Horoscopes.” I watched for his reaction, but he just nodded.
“Oh, for your blog, Celestial Body, right?”
I arched my eyebrows. “You’ve read it?”
“Yeah, on Facepage.”
“No wonder you knew my sign the other day. Fine, but I’m still going to write,” I told him.
He smiled, pulling the chair out for me. “I wouldn’t dream of asking you to entertain me, baby girl.”
He said that as if he were savoring it, making me tingle inside.
“And you are?” I asked.
“Jules.” He sat across from me.
“Just Jules?” I blinked.
“For now.” There was that smile again, the one that made me feel like we were sharing a secret I didn’t know yet.
I uncapped my pen and opened my notebook, trying to focus. Still, I was hyper-aware of him across the table, noticing how he signaled the barista without speaking, and the tilt of his head as he pretended to watch me write.
“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked when the barista arrived.
“Sure, a chamomile tea, please.”
“Make that two,” he told the barista before she walked away.
“You’re not working,” he observed after a few minutes.
I looked up. “Thinking is a part of the process.”
Jules lifted his eyebrows and nodded.
