amnesia || m.c

coffee shop

I will always remember the first day we met, I was sitting at a table near the window of corner café. Minding my own business, jotting some notes down for lyrics that I would most likely throw away later.

When a girl walks in, I didn't think much of it at the time, wasn't taking much notice, much like her. One thing I did notice was that she came in and sat straight down without ordering herself a drink. I watched her for a moment, I was a bit of a people watcher I guess.

Her back was too me so I couldn't see her face, but when a waitress went up and asked her if she was okay I wished that I could. Was she crying?

The answer to that is yes. Yes she was crying, she gave the waitress a small nod and she walked away. I still sat there taking more and more notice in this girl with her back to me.

Why was she crying? had she found out some horrible news? had she argued with her boyfriend?

I thought about going up to her and asking if she was alright, but then I thought that would sound nosy. Maybe I should just forget it, maybe I should do like they do in films where the guy orders a drink and sends it over to the girl, usually that's a way of picking them up though.

"would you like another drink? or anything else?" a waitress asked from beside me, the same waitress who had approached the girl.

"um no thank you, may I ask is she okay?" I pointed towards the girls back whilst lowering my voice a little. The waitress looked over at her before sighing a little.

"I'm not sure, do you know her?" I nodded a little, I knew I was lying but I just felt really weird saying I didn't know her even though I had just asked about her.

"oh, well she wouldn't speak to me so maybe if you know her you should check on her?" The waitress walked away back to the counter. I thought about going over but then I also thought, I didn't actually know her so it would be weird.

I built up some courage and stood up making my way over to her table, as I approached it, her back still facing me, a girl came through the front door of the café, causing the bell above it ring.

"Oh honey, I came as fast as I could" She ran straight to the table, I turned so I didn't look weird standing behind the girl.

"how are you feeling? it's a shock I know but it will get better" I heard her friend say as I walked away and out of the café.

I wonder what had happened, but it was none of my business, I shouldn't try to interfere. I walked down the street, thinking that was the last time I was ever to see that girl again. Man was I wrong.

I came to the café often as they did the best coffee and blueberry muffins as well as it being a place that I could get lost in my song writing. It just so happened, the girl I had seen that day, also came to this café just as often as I did. She orders a coffee and a chocolate chip muffin. I was never a fan of them.

I always wanted to go speak to her, I never had the guts and I had no idea why. Why couldn't I say a simple hi, I had never had problem talking to girls in the past. This girl seemed different though, everyone says it but this girl, I knew little about her but I felt every little thing she did I was learning about her.

You know when you love someone and you notice the little things like how their eyes crinkle when they smile or how they bite their tongue when they are concentrating. It was like that, I liked noticing all these little things she did, except I wasn't in love with her. I didn't even know her name.

I had seen her face now, when I first saw her all I had seen was her back and her long brunette hair cascading down it. I guess that drew me in, I had always had a thing for brunettes. I noticed she didn't wear much makeup, well I didn't think so anyway. She didn't need much makeup anyway. Her complexion was quite pale and she had a few freckles which were spread out over her nose and cheeks.

she had dark brown eyes, much like chocolate and her long eyelashes made you want to melt at her feet. I couldn't notice an imperfection, to me she seemed perfect.

It had been months since I had first seen her, and I was still yet to say a word to her. I think the waitress had caught on that I didn't know her as she occasionally caught me staring at her.

"her name is Rose" The waitress said as she gave me a new coffee that I hadn't even ordered.

"w-what?" I stuttered. The waitress rolled her eyes jokingly as she let a small giggle leave her lips.

"the girl that you always stare at, don't think that I don't notice, I see everything" She tapped her nose before walking away. It took me a minute to take in what she had told me.

Her name was Rose.

What a beautiful name, I had never met a Rose, and I felt it matched her perfectly. I began to wander what her personality was like. Was she shy or was she confident, she could be into romantic films or like action. Did she liked tattoos and piercings or was she more into a clean cut kind of guy.

I wondered what her type was like, was she into guys like me? did she have a thing for blondes maybe? or maybe she had boyfriend, maybe that was the reason she was crying on that day. Who knew.

100 days after seeing her for the first time

I came into the café and sat down much like usual, I gave the waitress a smile as she began making my coffee and getting me a blueberry muffin ready. As she approached and placed the drink and cake on my table I saw a small note. I looked at it and my eyes widened slightly.

talk to her, I'm going to take her usual drink over and muffin and say you have paid for it, but its on the house if you talk to her

I gulped and looked up as the waitress made her way over to her table and leant down to give her the drink and muffin. they talked for a minute before the waitress looked over in my direction, Rose did the same, I sent them both a small smile, I wasn't sure what to do in such a situation.

The waitress got up and nodded for me to go to Rose' table, I guess It was now or never.