A Cup of Tea

I saw her from across the street. She was sitting inside the coffee shop, alone, wondering… perhaps waiting. It was then that he walked by, drenched like a drowned rat as the rain started to pour down even harder. He ducked into the doorway of the cafe to escape it for a moment. That was when they spotted each other; she smiled at him and motioned to the empty seat next to her.

As I watched they chatted for a moment while he took off his soaked jacket and placed it on the back of his chair. Then he got up and went to the counter, ordered some drinks, and came back with two mugs of tea. I could tell it was tea because of the string and paper labels hanging over the sides of the cups.

I don’t know why I watched them for so long, but there was something about the way they looked at each other that made it impossible for me to take my gaze away from them for more than a second. At first I thought they had never met before because their interactions seemed awkward and uncomfortable, but then I realized they had probably actually known each other for a long time…

Okay I have no idea where I was going with this story.. haha.. at least it was a different type of rambling and not about bacon for once… I do love tea.

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One comment

  1. pokedyoureyeout

    I’m just going to go ahead and read bacon right into the story. I’m sure it’s there…somewhere. 😛

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