A nervous tic tortured is right leg. He offered a smile, a few kind words, and in return she blushed. Finally, he sighed, the few remaining relics of awkwardness concealed behind joyous laughter. His relish matched only by her emphatic smile. The soft curl of hair gently resting on her even softer cheeks, the warmth of her spoken word, and the closing proximity of their fingers: sensations readying themselves into a potent elixir of infatuation for them both to merrily indulge. Were it not for the public’s unwanted stares, this cauldron would have already come to a boil. Their loving speech kept from earshot, the date still blossoming with positivity. The weather, however, frowned on them; the continuing stream of cold wind and opaque clouds kept temperature and comfort levels below a minimum. Arriving with a single phone call also came dismal expressions. Soon came a black sedan marking the end of their parade. They rose from their seats and allowed a deep embrace; the hug, a bookmark, a place to again pick up. I’ll see you soon? A simple nod and the longing began.
I was at Starbucks today and this couple was there for a few hours. I decided to be a stalker and write about them.