coffeeshop conversations

She noticed his hesitation.  Usually, he would confidently stride to the empty seat in front of her, plop down and begin talking about whatever topic tapped his interest that day.  Today, he hesitated – some internal debate holding him back.  After a quick plan of action decided upon, he sat down.

“So, you made your decision,” she stated.  “The one about me.”

“What makes you say that?”  He’s still cautious.  And surprised; she knows.

“Because I see it.  You came here with the purpose of letting me down gently.”

“It’s probably not a good idea to keep doing this.”

“And there it is.”

He dreamt up so many different scenerios in his head on the way to the trendy coffeeshop.  He expected this ingenue to be devastated, or at the very least disappointed; he expected the stereotypical reaction to a broken heart. (As if he could break it.)  Instead, a small smile escaped her lips, her eyes softened; she looked accomplished.


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