Coffee And A Note

It All Started Here

What is this? I asked myself while inspecting the crumpled note I have picked when I entered the cafe. There are some writings on it...I got curious but let me first find a seat. This place is often crowded, I'm just lucky I got here early. Ah! There...I got a perfect spot.

The sound of the rain echoing inside the cozy cafe...The soothing jazz filling the air, putting me into trance. I wonder how long I have been staring outside as if I am waiting for someone. Am I? I have that feeling that I am waiting for someone but who and why?

I took another sip of black coffee. The bitter sweet liquid slowly drips through my throat. I can feel it as it travels through, warming my heart...reassuring my soul. Like a warm blanket on a cold night.

I hold my cup with both hands, warming my palms. I give it a few seconds before I put it back on the table. It's been an hour since I stepped inside the cafe. Now, it is filled with people. I can hear them murmuring but I cannot put into words what they are saying. I continue to sip my coffee while observing people as they come and go. Some came in with heavy face others with big smiles.

This time, when I put down my almost empty cup, it slipped from my hand inevitably spilling a few coffee to the crumpled note I neatly placed under the ceramic canister where they put the sugar. I often request for sugar canister. I like it when I'm the one mixing my sugar on my coffee. It taste different, really.

I snatched the paper, wiping the spilled coffee. Oh no! Coffee stains on the crumpled note.