Latte Love

V

It had been a week. Seven days. 168 hours. Since she had seen them.

With a defeated sigh, she continued cleaning the countertop. Stealing glances at the door time to time, hoping with all her heart that she'd be able to see him again.

That he was okay.

She sighed again when she looked around the empty cafe. It was just a few minutes before closing, and Penny still hoped he would walk in.

She wouldn't mind closing an hour later for him. If it meant she could see him.

But deep down she knew he wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. How? Call it women intuition, but she just knew.

And with a frown etched on her face, she continued with her work.

Ignoring the stabbing pain in her chest.