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[Mini Story] The Red Amazon Mix-Up
Published: December 7th 2024, 7:39:10 pm
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The Red Amazon Mix-Up
"Look for the 7 foot amazon in red."
Jake stared at the text message for the hundredth time, then back up at the bustling café patio. His eyes landed on not one, not two, but three towering women in red, each easily over seven feet tall. He slumped against the decorative fence surrounding the outdoor seating area, letting out a long sigh.
"This cannot be happening," he muttered, fingers flying across his phone screen.
Jake: "Um, there are three very tall women in red here. Which one are you?"
The response came almost immediately.
Sarah: "Oh, that's easy! I'm the one with the 32-inch biceps 😉"
Jake glanced up again, studying each woman more carefully. At the table nearest to him, a woman in a red tank top and black athletic shorts was focused intently on her laptop, her muscular arms resting on the too-small table. Another, wearing a red cropped jacket over a black top, was chatting animatedly with someone on her phone, gesturing with hands that could probably palm a basketball. The third, in a red sweater despite the warm weather, was reading a book, her powerful frame making the café chair look like children's furniture.
Jake: "That... doesn't narrow it down as much as you might think."
Sarah: "Hmm, okay. I'm the tall one!"
Jake: "They're ALL tall!"
Sarah: "Well, come say hi! I don't bite 😊"
Jake tugged at his collar, suddenly feeling very warm despite the pleasant spring weather. At 5'10", he'd never considered himself short, but standing near any of these women would certainly make him feel that way. Taking a deep breath, he decided to approach the woman in the tank top first.
"Excuse me," he said, trying to sound confident. "Are you Sarah?"
The woman looked up from her laptop, pushing her glasses up her nose with a finger that could probably crush walnuts. Her arms flexed unconsciously as she shifted in her seat, and Jake tried not to stare at the impressive display of muscle.
"Sarah?" She smiled, revealing perfect white teeth. "No, sorry. I'm Jennifer. But you know..." She leaned forward conspiratorially, lowering her voice. "I couldn't help but notice you looking around. Are you waiting for someone?"
"Oh, uh, yes actually. I'm supposed to be meeting someone named Sarah? She said to look for the tall woman in red, but..." He gestured vaguely at the patio.
Jennifer's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Ah, I see your dilemma. Well, I'm definitely tall, and I'm definitely wearing red, but I'm not your Sarah. Though I have to say, she has good taste in colours."
Jake's phone buzzed.
Sarah: "Getting warmer! But not quite there yet 😘"
He looked up to see the woman in the red cropped jacket watching him with obvious interest, a small smile playing on her lips. She'd finished her phone call and was now stirring what looked like a latte.
"Thanks anyway," he said to Jennifer, who waved cheerfully before returning to her laptop.
Making his way to the second table, Jake had to crane his neck to meet the seated woman's eyes. Even sitting down, she was nearly at his eye level.
"Let me guess," she said before he could speak. "Sarah?"
"How did you...?"
She laughed, a rich, warm sound. "Lucky guess. Plus, I saw you talking to Jen over there. Process of elimination and all that." She extended a hand that engulfed his completely. "I'm Madison. And while I'm not Sarah, I have to say this is the most entertainment I've had all afternoon."
Jake felt his face growing warm. "Glad I could help," he said dryly. "I don't suppose you could point me toward the actual Sarah?"
Madison's eyes flicked briefly toward the third woman, then back to Jake. "Now where would the fun be in that?" She took a sip of her latte, then added, "Though I will say, you're getting closer."
His phone buzzed again.
Sarah: "I can see you from where I'm sitting! Nice shirt, by the way 😊"
Jake looked down at his blue button-down, then back up at Madison, who was watching him with undisguised amusement. "You're all in on this, aren't you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Madison said innocently, but her grin suggested otherwise. She shifted in her chair, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, a movement that made Jake very aware of just how long they were. "Though if I were looking for someone, I might try checking over by the fountain."
The woman in the red sweater was indeed sitting near the café's decorative fountain, still apparently engrossed in her book. As Jake approached, he noticed she was reading "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" - his favorite book.
"Don't panic?" he said by way of greeting, nodding toward the book.
She looked up, and Jake felt his breath catch. She had the most striking green eyes he'd ever seen, framed by subtle laugh lines that suggested she smiled often.
"Always good advice," she replied, marking her place with a bookmark. "Especially when you're having trouble finding your blind date."
Jake let out a relieved laugh. "Sarah?"
She stood up, and up, and up, until Jake found himself looking nearly straight up to meet her eyes. She had to be at least 7'4", with broad shoulders that made her sweater stretch in interesting ways.
"Guilty as charged," she said, extending her hand. Like Madison's, it dwarfed his own, but her handshake was gentle. "I hope you don't mind the little game. Jen and Madison are friends of mine, and when they saw you looking so confused..."
"We couldn't resist!" Jennifer called from her table. "You should have seen your face!"
"The biceps comment was a nice touch," Madison added, raising her latte in salute.
Sarah's cheeks colored slightly. "Yes, well, I may have gotten a bit carried away with the texts. Though," she flexed one arm, causing the sweater to strain alarmingly, "I wasn't lying about the measurements."
Jake found himself laughing despite his earlier frustration. "I have to admit, it was a pretty good prank. Though I think I may have pulled something in my neck from looking up so much."
"Oh no!" Sarah's face fell. "I'm so sorry! Here, let me..." She pulled out the chair across from hers. "Sit down before you hurt yourself more. Can I get you something to drink? They make amazing lattes here."
As Jake settled into the chair, feeling much more comfortable now that they were both seated, he couldn't help but smile. "A latte sounds great. But first, I have to ask - why the sweater? It's got to be at least 20 degrees out."
Sarah grinned, leaning forward conspiratorially. "Would you believe the air conditioning in my office is broken? It's like the Arctic in there. I've been stopping here after work all week just to thaw out."
"She's not kidding," Jennifer chimed in, having moved to join Madison at her table. "We work in the same building. I swear they're trying to preserve us."
"Like a bunch of very tall popsicles," Madison added.
As Sarah stood to go order their drinks, Jake found himself admiring how she moved with an easy grace despite her size. She navigated between the tables carefully, obviously well-practiced at maneuvering in a world that wasn't built for someone of her stature.
"So," Madison said, pulling up a chair at his table. "Now that the jig is up, what do you do for fun, Jake?"
"Besides getting pranked by amazons?" he quipped, feeling more relaxed now that he was in on the joke.
Jennifer snorted into her drink. "Oh, I like him. Sarah, you might want to keep this one!"
Sarah returned with their drinks, somehow managing to carry four cups at once in her large hands. "I intend to at least get to know him better," she said, settling back into her chair. "Especially since he's a Douglas Adams fan. Tell me, Jake, what are your thoughts on the importance of towels?"
As the afternoon wore on, Jake found himself engaged in one of the most entertaining conversations he'd had in ages. Sarah was wickedly smart and funny, Jennifer had a dry wit that kept them all laughing, and Madison's stories about her job as a sports photographer had them hanging on every word.
"Wait," Jake said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes after Madison's tale about a particularly disastrous volleyball tournament. "So you just held the camera above the crowd?"
Madison flexed proudly. "Being tall has its perks. Though I did have to apologize to a few people who got hit by my elbows."
"Speaking of height," Sarah said, glancing at her watch, "we should probably let Jake's neck recover. Same time next week?"
Jake blinked in surprise. "You want to do this again?"
"Well, maybe with less pranking next time," Sarah smiled. "Though I make no promises about these two showing up anyway."
"We're a package deal," Jennifer nodded solemnly. "Like a very tall buy-one-get-two-free special."
As they gathered their things, Jake found himself looking forward to next week. Sure, he might need some ibuprofen for his neck, but somehow he thought it would be worth it.
"Oh, and Jake?" Sarah called as she was leaving. "Next time, I'll be the only one in red. Promise."
As he watched the three women walk away, their heads and shoulders visible above the crowd, Jake couldn't help but smile. Sometimes the best dates were the ones that didn't go according to plan.
His phone buzzed one last time:
Sarah: "By the way, it's actually 33 inches now. Been hitting the gym extra hard lately 💪😉"
Jake shook his head, still smiling as he typed his reply:
Jake: "Next time I'll bring a measuring tape. Just to be sure."
Sarah: "It's a date! 😊"