Not your CUP of tea

Coffee Shop

It was a nice day. You have written 496 words so far. Being melodramatic over a romantic comedy genre of your story. You stop to have a sip of your semicold cappuccino flavor frappe, blinked your eyes as fast as you can and yawn. Not having a thought of being watched.

You're in your world. A world full of Romeos and Charlottes. A world full of happiness and sadness. A bit of anger and lust. Full of love stories.

As you were about to get back from reality, something---someone-----catches your eyes.

She was sitting at the bar talking with some African-American barista. Enjoying his company while waiting for her drink. You watched her as she gracefully pick on her pocket, looking for a spare change.

If someone can be so graceful looking for a change.

Maybe she felt it. That strange feeling that makes you stop on what you're doing. Just as she was about to leave, she glanced at you---or maybe just in your direction---- and smiled.

Your heart skip a beat. In just seconds of your life you realized what all the writer wants to say in their stories. What Nicholas Sparks offers in his readers.

For once, you feel relaxed. You we're under the deep blue sea and out of breath, but far from drowning. You capture the surreal feeling of being peaceful underwater. You're getting used to that feeling of calmness taking over your body.

You stand up and approached her. Practicing how you will say 'hello' for the 11th times. The time stops moving as you walk to her direction. Watching her stare at you. She knows what you want. She already know when your eyes meet hers.

If you could, you would stay in that moment but you wake up---bringing you back in the same coffee shop where you write your 496 words story. Back to the reality where Paulina---you assume it to be her name---sits on the bar counter.

As soon as she gets her coffee, she stands up and walk out of the coffee shop and you return to your world full of Romeos and Charlottes.

Days passed by and again you were in the same coffee shop waiting for your bestfriend.

An hour of sitting and two espresso. Only a book to keep you company. An hour of battling between what virus took over the City of Andalios.

You stop to have a sip of the coffee you started to love as you grow up. You found yourself unable to concentrate on the City of Andalios so you decided to stop the world of Marquez in your mind.

Your phone starts to vibrate and flashed the name of your bestfriend on the screen. 'Wait for me' as it reads. You sighed as you've been waiting for her for an hour.

Just as you're about to lose your patience, someone called your name. The same brown haired girl you knew since you we're kid.

You started to talk about everything with her. Politics, novels, showbiz and such. She's the only person you trust. The only person who knows you inside out. The only person you're comfortable to talk about anything.

You're in the middle of describing how the City of Andalio's got the disease when a glimpse of a lady got your attention.

Paulina. Whom you had thousands of picture snapped in your head from the last time.

Sitting in the same spot where she take her order from the white American barista, this time.

The voice of your bestfriend and the City of Andalios suddenly dissappear. You are fixed at the girl who you see yourself spending your saturday night with.

Mesmerize by her beauty while practicing how you will say hello for 25th times again.

She got up. Look in your direction, smiled and left.

You knew that time something very special will happen.

Your story can wait. Your bestfriend can wait but the love of your life can't.

So you stand up, left everything behind and followed her,

And say 'Hello'