Matty1975 Stories

As someone opened the coffee shop door, a draft blew through and wafted his hair fell I front of his face. One hand was rested on his face the other on his mug of coffee. We didn't talk.Just stared.His cheeky grin spread across his face, his eyes lit up. I liked it. Just staring not talking. As I sipped my cappuccino he copied me. I pushed my hair from my eyes and he did the same. Then we laughed and could not stop. The people sat around fell silent and watched as we laughed. I had only known him one day (and night) but it felt like years, he had seen my after the gig at the very shop we were sat in. It had been a crazy night. He was on a tour of little shops in London. This shop I had grown up in with my grandparents and the shops business had grown quite big. Before my parents died I lived with them but then had to move to London with my grandparents. Here in this coffee shop. The coffee shop where the 1975 decided to play. And that's where I first met Matty... ( to be continued)

I've read so many stories.