- You weren't expecting me, were you? - The voice came out of the blue, but you recognized it at once.
- What if he was waiting? - Your smile came out a little hesitant, but sincere.
- You disappeared," he said quietly, almost in a whisper. There was no reproach in his voice, only the echo of a long-standing longing.
- I was afraid that if I stayed, it would become too real.
- What if we tried to make it real right now?
Evening in an old cafe
The soft light of the lamps shimmered in the fogged windows of a small cafe lost among narrow alleys. The scents of vanilla and cinnamon mingled smoothly in the air, and the muffled sounds of jazz caressingly enveloped the space like an old letter full of untold words.
You were sitting by the window with your hands around a cup of hot coffee, absent-mindedly making patterns on the glass, watching the raindrops slide down, leaving thin paths behind them.
He was standing there, still the same, with that sparkle in his eyes and that smile that always took your breath away.
He sat down across from you, and there was a silence between you - a silence that hid a thousand untold confessions and unsolved glances.
You gripped the cup tighter, lowering your gaze.
He looked at you intently, and then he moved forward, so close that his warmth almost touched you.