I Fell In Love With An Angel

The cafe was buzzing with the familiar scent of coffee and the murmur of conversations. The familiar clinking of spoons against mugs, the soft rustle of newspapers, and the background hum of the espresso machine.

Bernard watched her from across the room, a smile playing on his lips. It had been five years since they last saw each other, five years since the awkward silences and the shared dreams of the future. They had known each other since eighth grade, when Angel, with her fiery red hair and a penchant for getting lost in books, had become the object of his silent admiration. He had helped her with homework, nudged her to study for exams, and reminded her to go to sleep at night, all the while hoping she would notice the unspoken affection in his gestures.

The coffee shop was their haven back then, a place where they would spend countless hours talking about everything and nothing, the space filled with their nervous laughter, their shared dreams, and their quiet understanding. Angel had always seen him as a friend, a confidante, someone she could lean on, someone who wouldn't judge her. Bernard, however, had harbored a secret hope, a yearning for something more, a wish for her to see him beyond the boundaries of friendship.

Their conversation flowed seamlessly, as if time hadn't passed at all. They laughed together, remembering their shared history, their silly jokes, their awkward first encounters. Each shared memory brought them closer, the space between them shrinking with every laugh, every glance, every shared anecdote.

As the cafe started thinning out, Bernard found himself wanting to prolong the moment, to hold on to this rekindled connection. He looked at Angel, her eyes sparkling with a warmth that mirrored his own, and he knew that maybe, just maybe, this time, they could be more than just friends. This time, he was ready, and maybe, just maybe, she was too.