This was actually written more than a year ago , a chapter from my book that is still in progress, but I thought it would fit so well here right now!
It is also a continuation from the Cafe Moment posted earlier, you can read it here.
It drizzled this morning. I was grateful for the warmth of the café.
Each time the door opened I stopped myself from turning to see if it was her. I looked at the newspaper, it helped calm me, I could not order any food, I felt nausea rising with the panic.
I smelt her perfume even before I saw her. She sat exactly opposite me again. I sipped the lukewarm coffee and pretended not to stare.
She did not look up. She pointed to the menu and nodded at the server. She looked sad.
My courage increased with her evident sadness. Her cheeks are flushed and her perfume intoxicated me.
I went over and sat on the chair next to her. She looked at me with misty eyes. I don’t speak and she stayed silent. I felt bolder and settled down.
I signaled the waitress to bring my coffee and newspaper over. The waitress brings her her frothy cup at the same time. We lifted our cups almost in unison and our eyes met for a brief moment.
We sat in silent agreement.
Her sadness weighed her shoulders down and I wanted to curve my arms around her. Instead I looked at her hands and let my fingers touch hers. I continued to read my paper. She continued to look down at our fingers touching slightly.
She moved a little, a jerk.
She has curled her fingers around mine. I felt her sigh through her skin.
Our lives turned and curved to meet at this point and I would take the opportunities that fate gave me.
“Hello, I am Lisa”, she says. “Would you like to take a walk with me?”
I am still holding her hand as we curved around the block and headed down main street away from the cafe where we first met.