Saturday.
She sat at the coffee shop, alone.
At an ungodly hour.
She had always loved ungodly hours.
"Your friend told me to give you this." Their usual waitress explained, handing her a envelope. It had a wax seal and was made of old, worn paper. She ran her fingers over the top edge, turning it over carefully in her hand.
"Um, thanks?"
She nodded and smiled brightly, before walking away.
"Wait." Gemma called after her, and the waitress paused to look back at her. Gemma wanted to ask why she was working so early, they had no customers yet. But she couldn't. Not yet. "What's your name?"
The girl smiled again. "Jasmine."
"Nice to meet you." Gemma said sweetly, "I'm Gemma."
"I've served you two lovebirds long enough to know that." She admitted gently, with a small laugh. "But I'm glad to officially meet you."
Gemma, blushing furiously, smiled back at her, "Yeah, I should've guessed that."
"Have a nice morning, Gemma." Jasmine waved, and Gemma watched her walk away.
"You too." Gemma responded in a whisper.
She then looked to the envelope in her hand, pondering what to do next.
She carefully tore the thin paper, creating a tear through the top, and pulled out what was inside.
It was a photo.
His photo.
The photo of his mother he held so dear.
"He didn't need to." She whispered incredulously. She almost felt guilty holding it. But she felt touched that he would give something of such worth to her.
Of such nostalgia to him.
Oh lord, she thought, what he does to me . . .
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Sip by Sip
Romance(Lowercase intended on cover) "The simple things in life are never meaningful, and the meaningful things in life are never simple. So maybe I don't want meaningful. Maybe I just want someone who cares enough to listen." Gemma Summers and Noah Han...
