Coffee Thoughts [✔️ 2017]

Drabble 4

His first word wasn't a word.

It was a note that never reached her.

He held the instrument in his arms and studied the strings for the good portion of an hour before his fingers began to move.

And each note plucked sang a new love story in the making.

What he played was etched in his heart, written out between two glances shared between two strangers in a coffee shop every morning.

He wasn't sure how many he had made now, but knew which his favorite would be and that was the one he wished they would write together.