CaféA Story by Crimson_ishSome days it's not the eternal that moves us but the adrenaline of transient.It was a brilliant winter evening of an unknown December. Crystallised pathway extended and expanded before me. My heels clicked on the frozen Street, lost amongst shadows of million other colours. I enter the warm coffee shop situated in exclusion of traffic and closer to the park from where you can enjoy the sunset spreading all over the verdurous glow of trees, and grass, and plants. The slow hum of picnics and laughter of children swiftly passed through air and into the café. I step inside going towards my usual seat and placing down my purple jacket and my bag. Usually I sat here embraced by peace, in this hustle bustle of gossip and dates, and enjoyed my evening rendezvous with my books and research. I take out my volume of John Keats and a collection of miscellaneous poetry. Paper maps, stationary all covered my table within a moment, and I looked outside, enjoying this breath of secrecy. I go to place an order of Blueberry muffin and Coffee when I notice a strikingly familiar guy, leaning on the counter, standing before me. "Adrian?" I call out hesitating. "Hey" Adrian turns around with widest set of eyes and biggest smile one
could ever trace on equator. After 4 years of fluctuating crush and
momentary flirting, there stood in flesh before me Adrian. The guy I
never forgot. "What brings you here? I never realised you were in town!" I exclaimed unprepared for the meet. "That seems pleasant" I replied not knowing what to say ahead. My eyes get redirected to a woman who enters the café,she glides towards
us. A charming young lady, she approached Adrian and hugs and lightly
kisses him on his cheek. I have seen her somewhere. "Oh my God." I exclaim as I remember Adrian sending me a picture of this
woman and narrating an entire story to justify why she is a psychopath.
"Oh my God. I don't believe it! Finally you guys are dating! He never
stopped talking about you!" I revert and take a deep sigh of relief. I take my muffin and wait for my coffee when he spoke "Why would you
even say that?" "Stop shrieking, I couldn't think of any other
appreciative sentence" I say stepping back and looking at him. His
rustic eyes widened and humoured, they stared at me. "You should've
complimented her sweater, now she'll think I am serious!" He said
holding their tray of edibles. "You're not?" I turn around and look at
him. The sunset reflected on his pleasant Shea skin and I could see the
always present grandeur on the brim on his smirk. "You know me" "More
than I need too." I say laughing. We stood aside with our trays for
long, his date noticing us amusingly. "Well, she's serious about you, if she can confess she stalks you, that
too 2 years back, she definetly adores you" I told him in a matter of
fact tone. I could hear the whispers of roasted sun rays merging with
the winter winds. They jovially stroked my back and evoked a lovely
shiver. He looked at me strangely and his eyes hid behind the shades of
vibrant pink and orange. "It's not like I won't try" "Let's be real" I
say laughingly. "She is expecting it to last not 2 months but 2
centuries!" I said moving away to my seat, an unprecedented rush engulf
my feet. "Well I'll tell her you still owe me a date if she demands a
longer relationship." He responded walking behind me placidly. "I date
wanting to move somewhere, not to be moulded and placed in one phase" I
say stopping, bewildered emotions caught in my throat. I know he won't
be serious, I know he's a flirt, but I even know if he falls in love we
would be married within 2 years, and I didn't want that, I wanted a
lasting relationship of 5 years, with marriage later ahead, his views
differed, there was no possibility of future with us, yet why, why did
my physiology and my spirituality responded to his slightest syllable. "Haha, you never know" he said, warmth spreading over his face, his fingers tightening around his date-tray. I go to my seat and settle every battle within me. I tie my hair up and
look outside the window. Winter reminiscence is always fragile. I work
on my papers with a hope for unending theories. My mind slowly drifting
towards the brown eyed guy and possibility of something. He towered over me and I sat there frozen, crystallised like the
snowdrops outside café. He pulled the opposite chair and sat down,
fingers stretched towards window. "Bad date?" I enquire, surprised at this twist. "I am getting laaaid" he said mocking a rapper voice. I laugh. Typical. "Well, that's what flirting gets you" I say stirring the last bit of my coffee, avoiding looking. "Well isn't flirting good?" He asked, an eyebrow raised in astonishment. His
face gleamed with awe of subdued navy of the skies. "Well yea, flirting
is essential, you need to be attracted to the person you love, but a
conversation is necessary too. You can't be with someone you cannot
interact with. And if it does not begin naturally, and randomly, in
outbursts of heart, then you are not with the right person" I say
looking at him, looking back at our long talks with different rail lines
of thought. "Philosophical, although partially true" he says now looking outside at the moving vehicles. "Partially true? Wait I don't want to know, for all I know you may have a
point" I respond looking down at my pages and classifying them. "You're too cautious for your own good, I would love to take you to a haunted house" he said laughing "Haunted house? I love horror, look at me speaking to you and
acknowledging your thought process, it's terrifying! Plus I'd kick your
a*s in a haunted house, I'm brave" I say looking at him and laughing. He
bit his lower lip and smiled slyly. "I would take your word for it,
but I don't trust beautiful women and their words." He said looking at
me solemnly. "Well, you're with one right now" I said looking at his date, still outside. "Yes I am" he said looking down. "And your endless list of hot girls do exist, at your campus, at your tour, everywhere!" I retort smirking. "You're evil! Well yea, I did enjoy my graduation, so many hot women,
amazing weather, oh did I tell you I stumbled upon this amazing and
beautiful place while backpacking?" He said moving towards me. "No you did not!" I respond interested in his tales. I loved how his eyes gleamed every time he spoke of something intriguing, as if the earth parted to let soft and mild and hypnotising honey dew to emerge and swoon the planet "In that case I'll take you there" he said looking at me
and I know why time stopped at that instant, because I was framing that
moment. "Adrian?" His date called him awkwardly awaiting at her empty table. "We just had our little first date" he said getting up and looking at me. I packed my bags and stood there ready to leave. "Yeah we did, finally" I hug him and silently kiss his cheek, aspirations within our skins. "Do you know my parents don't know I'm in the city? I actually came for a fortnight, to just enjoy the town alone" I told him walking out. "Oh my God! That's rebellious, and charming!" He said standing next to his seat. "Yea" I say as I wave to his date and embrace him one last time. I walk outside, my heels again playing on street. The warm winter wind teased me wildly, again. I walk towards my hotel room imprinted by this surprising encounter in café. I walk towards my room, full of possibilities and a romantic temperament. © 2016 Crimson_ishAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCrimson_ishAboutA woman in her 20s possessing ardent passion for literature and writing, secretly weaved between the trenches of her fingers are silence, melancholy, turmoil, and curiosity. I believe in universe and .. more..Writing
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