dambae&gochu

The girl from the coffee shop

nicknaasty:

Take a stroll down the boardwalk. Enter the occasional store that happens to catch your eye. Carry on with your business. Smile, absorb the radiant sun overhead. Stay true to your path to nowhere specific. Catch glances, exchange social protocol. Sit down at a cafe you heard about the previous week during an idle conversation with coworker, where in its entirety, left you with but a momentary break from your current expedition. Order a small cup of the establishment’s “monthly special” simply because it’s odd name “Zebra Mocha”. Gaze out into the hustle and bustle of the city streets from your safe haven behind the glass and lose yourself in thought. Examine the business man in too tight of a suit whistling for a cab, the hopeful actress rushing to make it to that audition on time, the screaming mother chained by a long line of children who incites the thought that “why would you even have that many kids?”, and as you scan the crowd, there she is. Dressed almost a little too warm as if she were expecting the weather to take a turn for the worst, holding just a bit too much to carry on her own, casually strolling down the sidewalk. Her pace separates her from the crowd, she becomes your focus. Slowly you begin to analyze her further. As she approaches the crosswalk and turns to face your direction you avert your gaze to her face. Soft features, beautiful. She smiles as an elder couple walks by and exchanges something you would assume as friendly, seeing as the interaction was still too far to be audible from where you’re seated. She continues on her path, approaching the side of the street where you reside. You realize you were staring, and sip your untouched and now lukewarm drink surprised at how long you’ve been staring and thinking to yourself how big of a waste of time it was. Almost lost into your insecure and self degrading thoughts you hear an impact upon the glass beside you. You turn quickly to realize, “it’s her”. The woman whom you had been so intent to analyze moments ago. She had dropped her underestimated load upon the pavement. At first you motion to get up only to be halted by a nervousness that quite frankly, is a bit childish and way too familiar. You turn your head towards the window and meet her eyes staring back at you while attempting to regain herself. She smiles, you smile. You make gesture indicating you’re heading over to help her. You rush out, kneel down beside her, help her pick up her belongings which you notice to be familiar novels and Greek philosophy, and while avoiding to get too close she accidently grabs your hand, and you, sad to say, quickly pull back as you are bombarded with “butterflies”. Once she gets up you hand her the portion of her belongings you retrieved and exchange some sarcastic remarks as she giggles in response. She extends her hand and introduces herself. You of course, welcome the gesture and reciprocate. She offers a farewell and parts her way. Standing there you already start to regret what you said and did. You turn your head to follow her departure as she moves further and further away and on an impulse, and what you curse as stupidity immediately after, you call out her name. She turns and as you run to catch up to her, she smiles. “Yes?” she responds in a wide grin. Panting and out of breathe, you respond “Can I get you” *huff huff “A cup of coffee?”. You look up and she hands you half of her books grinning even wider now, “Yes”.

worth the read.

(Source: nicholasnery)