10:40 AM. Saturday, May 22, 2032.
I stand in the cafe and order my usual cup of hot chocolate. I've always had a dislike toward the bitter taste of coffee but loved the scent.
The bittersweet, chocolate-accented, scent of coffee.
It energized me on the weekends.
Specifically Saturday. And always 10:40 AM, never later, never earlier. If I miss the mark than I just don't bother going.
I've always been quite particular about the time. And as the saying goes, 'old habits die hard'.
The worker calls my name. I clutch the cup and proceed to my usual seat by the window.
The table I always sat at was supposed to be a two-seater, for a couple. Only issue is, they lost one of the two matching seats, and no couple would really want to sit at a table with mismatched seats.
So I sit at the table, it's almost always open.
Opening my laptop, I see a notification...from an email I haven't seen in years.
Hey,
Remember when you and I were sitting next to each other for about half an hour watching a movie and you didn't notice that you were leaning on me and thought I was a wall?"
~Me
Of course I remember.
How could I forget?
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Remember When
Short Story"Hey, Remember when you and I were sitting next to each other for about half an hour watching a movie and you didn't notice that you were leaning on me and thought I was a wall?" A series of emails about memories of days long past.
