It had been two days since Blake last visited the coffee shop. He entered the café incredibly tired from the hellish day he had while working on his online project and was in desperate need of something sweet to get his mind off things; black coffee perhaps.
The sky outside was filled with darkness and the wind was blowing intensely
He ordered his usual and sat at the wooden table in the corner of the shop enjoying the bittersweet taste of his coffee, Steam wafting from it, eddying up and vanishing into the dimly lit air. He seemed to like the shop - it was warm and comfortable.
The wooden floor was polished and a cove red carpet was perfectly placed at the door. The ceiling was covered with mirrors, a high tech bordello as prints of coffee mugs decorated the walls.
His eyes flicked to the counter and met with her intense gaze. An awkward moment filled the distance between them as he fidgeted with his hands and blinked, trying to process exactly what was happening.
She chewed her lower lip and stared back at him, trying to match his intensity. His face had this unreadable expression that morphed into something close to a smile.
A light blush painted itself across her face as his intense eyes gave off an impression that he was trying to read from her soul.
There was a tinkle of bells announcing a new customer that interrupted their now growingly intense gaze.
He continued sipping at his own coffee slowly. His cheeks flushed the toned red color of embarrassment as his mind tried to wonder away from the coffee shop attendants' awkward gaze.
Time flew by in a fast blur, and in a blink of an eye it was 10.00pm.
He exhaled and slowly walked out of the coffee shop. The mysterious outside world of the café was freezing with cold as darkness had taken over the now empty suburban streets littered with shops.
The moonlight illuminated his dark path as a canopy of stars hanged a little crooked with some merely flickering in to existence every now and then. His earlier thoughts had now spiraled into his past grey memories, memories that he wished would wither away
His steps curved into the street that led to his home. His eyes wondered to the old post that had marked the bus stop for decades. His deep grey eyes grew wide, he couldn't believe it.
There she was.
Earlier on when Blake left the shop the old lady was already sitting behind the counter making it easy for him to walk out.
She lend her gaze from the road to the view surrounding her before and it landed on the figure standing a few meters away from her.
He could see stars hidden deep into her shinny honey brown eyes
A sick twisted feeling was taking over his smoke intoxicated lungs as butterflies swarmed in his stomach making it twist and turn..
"Hi" she said and he could detect fear in her voice.
He stared at her intensely for a while; pondering over her words
"Hey" He hadn't realized he was holding his breath until he spoke
"You're the guy from the coffee shop,right?"
"Right. Call me Blake"
"Amara"
"Are you new here?" Blake couldn't refrain himself from asking
"Yeah, I am" she replied "I just recently moved here. My parents own the café and I thought its a good idea to offer a helping hand" she said with quiet intensity
"Your parents own the café?"
"yeah they do" Her voice was now soft and measured like a guy trying to overcome a stutter .
"That's, uh, surprising" he said with an uncertain voice.
A piercing silence swelled and filled the space around them. He hacked out a cough and cleared his smoke clogged throat, breaking the silence between them
"You must be living far off for you to need a bus home"
"Not really, I live around, four blocks away actually. The road just seems lonely when you lack some little company"
He stared at her trying to pick his next words carefully.
"oh, okay. I'll walk you home" he said with quiet intensity, making eye contact with her as the words slipped out of his mouth even before he had a chance to internalize them.
This was what happened when he acted on impulse. The words that he was planning to use echoed through his mind, their syllables' sounding different from what he had said.
Little did he know that those words would bring to him the majestic lady that would star perfectly in his dreams and as well showcase her prowess in his nightmares.
She looked at him with a strangled expression as the tension between them became so palpable.
"walk... Me home?" Her voice carried the taste of shock
Shut up. Don't say it. Don't you dare say another word. The voices in his head tried to stop him
"Yep" his voice was low and certain.
They gazed at each other in silence before she accepted his offer. Even though it wasn't the safest choice to walk the darkness with a partial stranger, her instincts gave her a shallow reason to her choice. A reason that he is just a good guy who meant no harm but an offer to walk her home in the name of company.
The night sky had grown darker and deeper as their voice filled the cold night. The short awkward conversation had spiraled into a long conversation about the echoes of reality found in their worlds.
They were now standing before a fair-sized house, the kind in which most teenagers dreamed of growing up in. It was secluded among the trees on the exclusive Apple Walk street. It had gables, dormers,balconies, a screened-in front porch, a free-standing garage, a gazebo and a formal garden.
As they stood before her house, they exchanged glances, her eyes narrowed like they did in the coffee shop, it was intense.
She rubbed her fingers on her side and raised her shoulders, then her lips parted. He didn't know what he wanted to hear, but he eagerly waited for her voice.
"Thank you for walking me home." she said with a meek and soft voice.
They exchanged glances for a second, Blake felt his heart hit peeks he never thought he had, but his face didn't understand this, a cheeky smile straight through his face was all he could offer.
"Goodnight" he whispered, but she was far gone already
He dragged his legs and . He kept on replaying his conversation with Amara over and over again letting his imagination fill in for the parts that he had forgotten.
Returning home wasn't that fulfilling. He opened the door to his apartment and slipped in slowly, shutting it softer than usual. He didn't bother freshening up, instead he strode over to the bed and collapsed, laying across it.
He tried to sleep but failed miserably. An uneasy feeling itched under his skin He knew something was not right and he couldn't shake the feeling out of his soul. He couldn't get rid of the empty feeling but instead it left him feeling more devoid. He was a wreck, and he loved it...
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