War Dreams- Steve Rogers/Captain America

part 6- Cynthia

Her name is Cynthia, she tells me.  We're sitting in a café to drink some coffee. The cashier seemed a little suprised at our differences. Cynthia is a woman somewhere in the 30's with a soft but tired face, and I am a 25/95 years old male, taller than her but at the same time way more akward and insecure. I didn't know what sort of coffee they make here so I let Cynthia decide, and now we sit at a table with a caramelized honey latte and a donut. She also gave me a pack of something called Oreos. I don't know about them, but they must be very good because when she pulled them out of her bag, some teenager girls squealed and pointed at them. I take a sip from my latte and let my taste buds enjo the sweet sugary taste. I sigh and close my eyes in enjoyment , if I would have known about this coffee earlier I would have been here every morning. I smell my donut and wonder what sensations of flavour could be hidden in here. The donut is sprinkeled with something called Maltezers, and it looks delicious. I take a bite and I feel the crisp cookie and the soft doughnut. This is heaven. Cynthia looks amused at the sight of such a big man almost exploding from Delight. She's right, I look like a little kid, I eat really fast and messy and I don't even realise it. But whatever, this is just too jummy.

When we are finished we walk to the park to sit down and talk for a bit, we both have long stories. What Cynthia doesn't know, is that I packed some chocolate chip  cookies as a suprise. She is such a nice woman and she deserves a treat for once, even if it is something small like this. We sit down and we look at each other. Then I notice her bof=dy is very tense and her eyes are opened wide, alarmed. 'She is safe at school, Cynthia.' I try to comfort her. I see she relaxes a bit, but she still looks very nervous. I glance at the bag I have with me and decide to pull out the cookies I have in there. 'Here, have some chocolate chip cookies and calm down a bit.' She looks at them, clearly suprised, and thankfully takes them. She smiles at me and we both know we could be good friends.

As we are both nibbing on the cookies we are quiet but we feel the pressure of having to talk about out problems soon. However, I am glad I don't have to bottle it all up anymore, last night I had the same nightmare again, just as horrible as the last one. I finish my baked good and look at Cynthia. I wonder what a horrifying experience that must be, when your parents just leave you, without even saying goodbye. She needs help and a listening friend. I realise now that goes the same for me.