From Thug To Pornstar: I Reincarnated As Jonny Sins, So What!
Chapter 27: Coffee

Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Coffee

Once he had completed his scene for the day, Jonny did not waste any time in replenishing. He stepped into the shower, where the hot water washed off the tiredness of the workday. While washing himself clean, he could not help but remember Amie. She had texted him earlier, inquiring if he could meet her for coffee. It wasn’t a date—that is, at least, what he was continuing to tell himself—but he knew that somewhere deep within him, he felt otherwise.

Putting on the dressing in some loose but clean clothes—black jeans, black tight t-shirt, and denim jacket—he looked at himself in the mirror. Not too flashy, not too sloppy. Too perfect. Satisfied with himself, he took out his phone to text Amie.

Jonny: Leaving now. Ten minutes.

She answered at once.

Amie: Already there! Looking forward.

Jonny grinned at her enthusiasm and ran out. The café they had agreed to meet at was a small, cozy one on a side street corner, renowned for its strong espresso and warm atmosphere. As he burst through the doors, he was welcomed by the smell of freshly made coffee and vanilla. The muted murmur of people speaking and soft acoustic music were soothing.

And there she was.

Amie sat in the window, wearing a light brown sweater and jeans, her dark brown hair cascading around her shoulders. She was scrolling through her phone but froze the moment Jonny came into sight. Her eyes sparkled, and she called him over.

"You made it," she said.

"Of course. I wouldn’t be anywhere else," Jonny said, sitting down across from her.

A waitress came over, and Jonny looked over the menu hastily.

"What are you ordering?" he asked Amie.

"I already have a caramel macchiato," she said, taking it very lightly. "You?"

Jonny grinned. "A good old-fashioned black coffee, of course. Can’t beat the classics."

Amie rolled her eyes in a playful way. "You always order the most simple thing. No sugar, no cream—plain old black coffee. How boring is that?".

"Hey, don’t knock it till you try it," Jonny laughed. "It’s strong and bold—just like me."

"Oh really?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. "Strong? That’s questionable."

Jonny placed his hand on his heart, feigning offense. "Ouch. That hurt."

They both laughed, and for a brief moment the rest of the world just disappeared. They talked about everything and anything—work, childhoods, and even the fluff like favorite ice cream flavors.

"So," Amie said at last, her chin cupped in her hand. "What do you like to do when you’re not on set? Any secret talent?"

Jonny leaned back, making a show of seriousness. "Hmmm. If I tell you, I’ll have to make you sign a confidentiality contract."

"Stop it!" she playfully swatted his arm. "I want to know."

"Okay," he smiled. "I like to cook. But not if other human beings are present. I’m a great spaghetti carbonara."

Amie gasped theatrically. "You cook? That’s great! I’m terrible at it. I once scalded water."

Jonny was laughing so hard he was in tears. "Scalded water? That’s a talent."

Amie was still in tears, laughing and shaking her head, when a rumble sounded outside. She glanced out the window, and her eyes went wide. "Uh-oh... I think it’s raining."

Jonny gazed out too. The clouds were darkening, and the wind was howling. It wasn’t long before raindrops started tapping against the windowpane, building quickly into a steady downpour.

"Well, that just happened out of nowhere," Jonny muttered.

Amie sighed. "And, naturally, I forgot to bring my umbrella."

Jonny slapped his jacket. "Me too. Guess we’re here for a while."

They stood and saw rain pouring down in sheets, wetting their streets. Strangers were more than extremely in need of shelter, others racing along with their own coats over their heads. The welcoming glow of the café looked even more welcoming now, the divergence of cold out there and heat in there time almost from the movies.

In an instant, Amie had reached for her phone and let out a sigh. "My apartment’s a block away. We could run?"

Jonny stalled. Running in the rain with her—both of them—just felt kinda fun.

"Alright," he stood up.

Amie smiled. "Alright, but if I get wet and I’m going to be walking on sidewalks, you’re giving me a ride."

"No promises," Jonny laughed.

They took great breaths, and as they came out of it, the rain hit them like a curtain of ice water. Exhilarating and cold, it soaked through to their garments, and they drove on, laughing together, as water poured into the coats. Amie clung to Jonny’s arm and leaped between puddles, hair stuck to her face.

"Almost there!" she yelled over the rain.

They were wet when they showed up at her apartment complex. Amie struggled with her keys, her soaked hands making them slippery.

"Let me," Jonny offered, and he took the keys from her. He unlocked the door, and they swept in, shivering and dripping water all over.

Amie shivered. "Okay, that was nice but cold."

Jonny ran his hand through dripping hair. "Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ve got half the rain with me."

Amie smiled and pulled herself up onto a shelf to reach for a towel. "Here, dry off. I’ll go find you another shirt. My brother left some here the last time he came over."

Jonny took the towel and started drying his hair. "Thanks. You’re sure you don’t mind?"

"Of course not," she said, vanishing into her bedroom.

And there Jonny stood, looking over her apartment, his face aching with the need to smile. Something about this night—about this moment—was special. Different.

Maybe it wasn’t coffee, after all.

Few minutes passed and she walked back in.

This time with just a towel over her body as she handed him a gray colored t-shirt.

"Here I think this gonna fit you just perfectly! Sorry I forgot to ask, would you like maybe a hot shower?" She asked with a strange smile.

Jonny’s eyes widened immediately she asked the question, the room was quite for a moment before he responded. "Yeah I think I can use one!"