Coffee With a Stranger

A girl works up the courage to go out and get coffee with a stranger.

I was sitting around bored, with nothing to do, not knowing what to do on a cold December night. And I was texting away to everyone one I could, my fingers barely able to keep up with my mind. One I texted someone, an unspeakable someone. This someone I have been warned about by my best friend and many others. This person was not to be spoken to. Not by anyone I was close to anyways.

                Then I did it, I spoke to him, and I told him of my predicament. And he had a solution, coffee. Coffee with him? How could I? This man we are not to speak to, not to interact with, and not even to mention get coffee with?

It is December, my anxiety is at a high point, and I barely leave my house or hang out with anyone other than Sarah, my best friend, or a select few. So did I trust him? No, I couldn’t. Everyone told me not to, so I shouldn’t.

I did, and I loved it.