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The Coffee Shop MAG

March 13, 2014
By Lilybird SILVER, Lexington, Massachusetts
Lilybird SILVER, Lexington, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
sometimes you put up walls not to keep people out, but to see who cares to break them down.


Him

Every Sunday morning, there she is, reading the newspaper in the same window seat, notepad and macchiato in front of her.

He likes the way she flips the pages, her long fingers turning them with a brisk, elegant flick. Her bright orange earphones are a striking contrast against her dark hair, piled up in a messy bun, a red pen stuck through the center. Tiny feet, always clad in the most fascinating boots – fuchsia suede, camouflage and spikes, electric blue leather – tap along to the beat. Occasionally she removes the pen and scribbles on her notepad before casually sticking it back in place. He likes how her lovely blue eyes scan the pages with focus, absorbing the words with an intense ferocity. Her face is an open book, and the emotions play out across her delicate features, easily giving away the mood of the article: sad, exciting, upsetting.

When she finishes her paper, she folds it neatly and goes to work on her notepad, sketching. She can go on for hours, pencil dancing across paper, and he can’t tear his eyes away from the graceful rhythm of her hands. He wants to go over, ask her what she thought of the news, what she’s drawing, if she is an artist, if she would like to have coffee with him. But he stays frozen, rooted in the seat diagonal to hers, unable to strike up the courage. So instead he ignores his upcoming manuscript deadlines and writes letters to her on his laptop, hoping to one day read them aloud.

Her

He arrives after she does, but she is never sure exactly when, because by the time she looks up from her paper he is already in the seat diagonal to hers. He often seems lost in thought, his gray eyes gazing out the window as he absentmindedly sips his coffee. Unlike her own creamy macchiato, his is a bitter black.

She wonders if he is a journalist or a reporter from the way his eyes roam the shop, calm and curious as he types on his laptop. She likes how his fingers fly over the keyboard, tapping out a delicate beat, which her feet involuntarily tap along to. There’s also the way his eyes gleam with concentration, a gleam that she has tried many times to capture on her notepad. But despite countless attempts, each sketch is as unfinished as the rest. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t seem to capture the intensity of his gaze, the arch of his eyebrows, or the elegant cheekbones she so admires.

Oh, how she wants to sit in front of him so she can properly sketch his features. Then she can finally capture the curve of his jaw and draw in the dimples of his gentle smile. But he would find it strange if she approached him for that reason. So she just sips her coffee, pencil dancing across paper, hoping that one day she will finally finish the portrait.

Barista

There are these two regulars at the coffee shop. Every Sunday morning, they sit in the same seats and peek at each other, constantly missing the other’s glances. It’s been going on for weeks, and even though it’s obvious that they’re into each other, neither has made a move. It’s infuriating.

So today, on a gray Sunday morning, I walk over and hand him a frothy macchiato, then place the steaming black espresso by her notepad.


The author's comments:

I wrote this flash fiction piece for my memoir class, and I really enjoyed writing it. Hope you like it as well.


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Jk123 SILVER said...
on Aug. 8 2016 at 12:33 pm
Jk123 SILVER, New York, New York
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This story is amazing!!!

on Apr. 4 2016 at 5:53 pm
Aaliyah02 SILVER, Pflugervile, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
" If you can dream it, you can do it"

This story is cute

on Nov. 12 2015 at 8:43 pm
Stormfire99 BRONZE, Los Angeles, Alabama
1 article 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
People don't cry because they're weak. They cry because they've stayed strong for far too long.

wowwwwwwww! i am really enjoying this piece. its so realistic that i can almost see myself in the coffee shop, watching the two people. great job!

g_yargo BRONZE said...
on Mar. 11 2015 at 5:16 pm
g_yargo BRONZE, Campbell, Ohio
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beautiful, breathtaking, really. you captured the essence of what we all would so love to come true. a thrilling fantasy. nice work.

on Feb. 15 2015 at 2:00 pm
SaraCattt PLATINUM, Shelton, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
"I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far flung hopes, the dreamer of improbable dreams."- The Eleventh Doctor

Another rare article that brought a smile to my face

IceSkater said...
on Mar. 25 2014 at 9:36 pm
IceSkater, San Diego, California
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Favorite Quote:
“The best revenge is massive success.” – Frank Sinatra

Nicely written! It was very enjoyable and quite humorous at the end :D