serendipity: Will Darbyshire

one

It was a chilled Saturday afternoon when I shuffled into the Morrison's café, the bell ringing behind me. My bag hit my thigh as I grabbed a coffee and a sausage roll, went to the back of the eating area. I carried on with my work just like I had every Saturday since I had moved to London. I finished my psychology paper with ease, and moved onto my sociology reading.

"Not to be rude, but this is my seat," a low voice spoke next to me.

"I don't see your name on this seat sir, and I have been sitting here every Saturday afternoon for a year. There is no way this is your seat."

"I sit here Saturday evenings, but I came early to finish my work."

"Well I'm sure there are plenty of other seats you can choose from, but I really need to carry on with my reading"

"Actually, this will work fine," he said, taking the seat in front of me. I rolled my eyes, and looked back down at my textbook, finding the notes that had been interrupted.

Two sausage rolls, three coffees, and four hours later I had finally finished my work, with the man still sitting across from me. I packed up my laptop and muttered a goodbye.

The next Saturday I came in and the young man was already there with two mugs, (presumably filled with coffee) and sausage rolls, waving to me.

"I saved you a seat," he smirked. I just laughed and put my things down.

"Thank you," I mumbled, blushing slightly. I sorted through my planner and got the rest of my work out, diligently writing until my hands cramped. Then it was trigonometry, not exactly my strong suit, but I had delayed the course for as long as possible. Frustrated, I put my head into my hands and rubbed my temples.

"Trig, huh?" he said, paper in his hands.

"Not my best subject, as you can tell," I groaned, letting my head out of my hands.

"Me too, but if the both of us work together, maybe it won't be so bad," He said, bringing the paper between us. Yes, the worksheet took two hours but by early evening, I had a basic understanding of trigonometry.

"Thank you so much," I said, pausing from putting my things in my bag.

"No problem; hey I never got your name," he questioned.

"Serendipity Williams" I said, "what about you,"

"What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. My name is Will, Will Darbyshire."