Dave's fingernails tapped against the sleek wood of the counter, the aroma of fresh grounds harshly hitting his senses. He was patiently waiting for his cup of coffee, the trendy, downtown cafe packed. He perched his chin on the wooden counter, earthy brown eyes staring out of the front window.
He was mindlessly observing different pedestrians and cars that zoomed past, nothing truly catching his attention. As he watched the people weaving through the sidewalks, and entering the cafe, one blonde head caught his eye. She would've been a needle in the haystack to anyone else, but Dave could pick her out of any crowd.
She swung the door open, stepping into the buzzing coffee house. She slung her purse over her shoulder, and perched her sunglasses on the top of her head, eyes glancing up at the chalkboard menu attached above the counter.
She looked as beautiful as he remembered, blonde hair framing her face, her ocean blue eyes just as alluring to him as he recalled before, but he didn't see that same sense of charisma that she had before. She seemed far from self aware, or anything near confident. Her arms were crossed in a tight lock over her chest, as if they were protecting her. Her eyes flicked every which way, revealing her true insecurity. He felt his stomach sink, disheartened at how lost she seemed.
He studied her every move, the way she stepped towards the counter to place her order, the way her lips curled into a polite smile as she spoke with the worker, her dimples protruding through her skin.
Then, he accidentally caught her gaze, as she turned away from the counter. Their eyes locked, a shudder running down Dave's spine.
A strange mixture of relief and heartache washed over Julia, as she stared at him. She was only a couple feet away from him, but she felt worlds away. Seeing his face after so long made her feel as if a weight had been hoisted off her shoulders. He seemed happy, and healthy, which greatly contrasted to her state, but she was just glad to see he hadn't fallen into the same pit she had. But there was conflicting pain in seeing him again, because their last meeting had been in such tragedy.
"Jules?" He called out, like it were a question, but he knew it was her. "Dave!" She cried back, her lips curling into a genuine smile. For the first time in months, she felt true happiness. She pushed through the many patrons of the shop, making her way to the opposite counter Dave was perched at.
His heart swelled as she drew closer to him, pushing past bustling customers, and eventually finding herself before him.
He immediately enveloped her in a warm hug, her face pressed against his worn Led Zeppelin tee shirt. The same scent of cigarettes and fresh laundry lingered on him, the scent she had grown to love many years ago. A blissful feeling of nostalgia erupted inside of her, a chill rippling down her back.
She pulled away reluctantly, placing her hands on his shoulders. Her curious blue eyes studied every inch of him, making him laugh. Her lips curled into a tiny smirk, and she nodded at him, fingers tapping against his shoulders.
"You look good, David. Healthy."
He wanted to say the same for her, so badly, but when she walked into the shop, she looked so...lost. He simply smiled at her. "Thanks, Julia. How have you been?" He asked, changing the subject. Her heart sank at his question. She itched to lay everything out to him, and reveal her true suffering, but he seemed so happy, she just didn't want to rain on his parade. So she didn't say anything.
"I've been fine. Works been good. You?" Her answer was rather bleak, but Dave didn't say anything. Dave had the same incline as her, to confess what issues he had going on, mainly with his engagement to Rosie.
"I've been pretty ok myself. I've got an album coming out in a few days.." he said, a smile easily gracing his lips at those last few words. He was ecstatic to be making music again, now that it didn't break his heart so badly. After Kurt's death, he couldn't even stomach the simple pluck of a guitar string. But he had made strides in recovery, and was about to release his first studio album.
Julia's eyes widened, a bright grin growing on her face. "Seriously? What's it called?" She asked, jittery excitement coursing through her veins. She knew Dave had a gift, and was more than happy that he was embracing it.
"Foo Fighters."
She giggled at the odd name, and shook her head. "Now, what does that mean?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow curiously. So many people had asked, so he had practically remembered a script of what to say in his head.
"It was a term used by aircraft pilots during World War Two, to report ufo sightings," he explained, crossing his arms. "I mainly picked it because it sounded so weird. Don't know, I just liked it." He said, shrugging.
She teasingly poked his chest, a sly smile on her face. "You're gonna be a rockstar, Grohl," she said, looking up at him. He scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully. "I doubt it."
Before she could open her mouth, a server pushed Dave's coffee over towards him. He nodded towards the worker, and took the white, porcelain mug in his hands, sipping the dull, black substance. "I know it," she countered, leaning on the counter.
He decided not to argue back, and simply nudged her with his shoulder, eliciting a giggle to erupt past her lips. Her warm laughter was music to his ears, and made him smile behind his mug.
A worker brought out Julia's coffee shortly after. She quietly thanked them, then took a sip.
Her and Dave stood there for a good while, drinking their coffees and catching up. A nostalgic feeling lingered in the air, reminding them both of their once thriving relationship, and a sense of longing for the happiness they once had with one another.
One day.
