I recognize his shoes before I recognize his face.
Mustard-coloured boots, torn skinny jeans tucked into them. He's wearing a black cape because it's raining very lightly. I've never seen a boy wearing a cape. It's quite aesthetically pleasing.
We're at David's tea. He's holding a box of Chrismas-themed teas, and I'm staring at him because you are art.
There's an awkward pause as our eyes meet. I clutch the apple pie tea I'm picking up for my mom.
"Hey," he says. Sticking out a hand. "Um, I'm Ellis."
"Katherine."
"Yeah...sorry about the dramatics the other day." He shrugs loosely, and looks down at the tea.
"It was a good drawing."
"Thank you." He does a little bow. "I go to NSCAD."
"Oh..."
We both look away. He steps up to the counter; "Well, see ya."
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Conversations From Afar
Short StorySEQUEL TO BALCONIAL CONVERSATIONS | In which Katherine and Cambriel suffer the ups and downs of a long distance relationship | Wattys 2016 | cover by the fabulous @kdkellow
