Read Part 1 here.
the silver bells on the door jingled as she tentatively entered the cozy cafe.
immediately, the creamy smell of coffee hit her face, and she inhaled appreciatively. small plants adorned the tables, and peaceful jazz music swirled around the room while people chattered softly over pastries and hot drinks.
yup. definitely ordering here today, she thought.
after surveying the delectable looking menu for several minutes and rehearsing her order in her head, the girl confidently walked up to the counter to order.
“Good morning,” she greeted the worker – but the words died as soon as they left her lips. it was him.
he was in front of her for the first time in years – his dark amber eyes sparkling like gemstones.
“And a good morning to you! What can I get you this morning?” he asked kindly, and she had to steady herself on the counter.
“I – I’ll have a large mocha cappuccino with extra whipped cream, please,” she stuttered, pasting a smile on.
Casually, he punched in the numbers. to him, she was probably just another customer on a busy morning. she seized the opportunity to look away and catch a few breaths.
you got this. be normal. casual. don’t give anything away. he obviously doesn’t recognize you; don’t say anything.
“That’ll be $4.57.” His voice interrupted her thoughts. Oh, she would give anything for that to happen everyday again.
“Oh. Right.” She flipped open her wallet.
“No, no, don’t worry. It’s on me.”
the girl raised her eyebrow and smiled gratefully.
“Thank you, I appreciate it…” she glanced at his name tag, desperate to appear nonchalant.
“Marcus.” she finished. “Do…do I know you?”
she couldn’t help herself. surely there was some memory of her tucked in there somewhere.
he took a few breaths, then looked me in the eyes. I trembled, both fearful and eager. my heart rose to my throat.
his smile was pained, and there was a brokenness in his voice.
“No. No, you don’t.”