Prompt courtesy of BeKindRewrite’s Inspiration Mondays.
They shared a laugh at the woman walking by with three kids and two dogs leashed to her. Her knees buckled with each step and her face lifted towards the sky as if she was pleading with God to smite her. They talked about their coffee choices, hers a straight Arabica with three creams, his a vanilla espresso with a sprinkle of cinnamon.
She picked at her blueberry oatmeal whole wheat muffin as he talked about his job, a bank clerk and he scratched at his thigh as she recounted hers, a customer service representative at a call centre., but what she really wanted to do was write.
He asked if she had anything he could read and she blushed and said no.
She noticed the other patrons shot them furtive jealous glances and she smiled a bit wider. He reached out touched her hand, his finger drawn across her palm.
They both thought they were getting along famously. Alternately they imagined a second date, and what the other looked like naked.
They talked about movies they hated and television they loved and what neighbourhoods they lived in.
“Have you been there? Yes. Do you know this place? No. You should, best donuts in the city. Maybe we can go sometime?”
There it was out in the open. The acceptance of seeing each other again. They each smiled and grew a little quiet and let the idea sink in. A phone rang.
“Sorry, I should take this. Oh no problem. It’s for work. I understand.”
He answered his and she pulled hers out as well. They locked into their own little worlds and became strangers again.