"Oh, there you are!" her booted feet clacked audibly across the shaded concrete. "I bought you a coffee."
The beverage slid roughly across the metal mesh tabletop. I eyed it warily. "I don't drink coffee."
"I know, but I do, and I figured once you warmed your hands I could drink it later." She sipped from a steaming white paper cup, with a scarlet F emblazoned upon the side, encircled by a frame of open books.
"How thoughtful of you."
Nearby traffic and a wintry gust of wind swept my sarcasm away. Her eyes twinkled as I clutched the tiny cup, life tingling back into my frozen fingers.
She looked around, hooking a thumb on a ribbon of flyaway hair and tucking it under her knit cap. "I think I'm going to like it here."
I watched steam get chased out of my cup, wishing I had a cigarette. "I'm not fond of coffee shops."
"Tough luck. Looks like we'll be spending some time here."
"You, maybe." I grouched. "I only came because you asked."
"But you still came." That sparkle again. "Gonna drink that?"
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Comments (4 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
Beautiful. And thank you.
- #375 Posted 7 years ago
- 5 out of 5
It is toward you that gratitude should be directed. You have provided us with a shelter where our sanctuary has fallen.
- #376 Posted 7 years ago
I like this piece a lot. It's full of personality, from both characters.
- #377 Posted 7 years ago
I love this. Nice to have you here.
- #384 Posted 7 years ago
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