quartz street ➢ brad simpson [au]

five

// brad //

Coffee was useless when she was around.

Seeing her was enough to wake me up and give me a sugar rush.

People loved to have coffee with the person they love. People chose to have dates in the coffee shop. People fell in love while they shared a cup of coffee.

In the two weeks I’ve worked in the coffee shop, there were numerous dates each day of different types of people.

An old couple came every morning for black coffee and sat at the corner of the room, the man reading a newspaper and the lady watching her husband with a smile.

A young gay couple always stopped by for cappuccinos in the afternoon. They usually take a seat near the window and stay there for an hour, holding hands and exchanging laughs.

A couple that came after work every Monday recently got married. They always sat at one of the couches near the entrance of the shop and drank their espressos as they finished the rest of their work together on laptops and papers.

A teacher and a doctor came by every now and then in the early morning, getting coffee hastily before starting the day, but the doctor never forgot to give his girlfriend a quick kiss before separating ways.

Despite the boring customers we had, there were plenty of people falling in—and out of—love in the coffee shop.

But as I watched the girl sitting across the street, reading a new book, I wondered if it were possible to fall in love outside a coffee shop.