Authors note:
This is the first thing i'v ever posted on here so please be nice if you decide to read and review. I wrote it a while back and have just been keeping it on my computer, really I was kinda scared of posting it but here it is none the less. its just a short one shot, please enjoy and review if you'd like, I'd love to hear from you. :) Thank you for your interest. without further ado here is the story.
The Coffee Shop
A dark haired man watched from the back seat of a black car as a petite mousy woman exited St. Barts hospital. He watched as the women reached up and pulled her hair out of its high pony tail and let it fall elegantly around her slender shoulders, before setting off at a brisk pace down the street away from the man and his vehicle.
A few shops down the woman crossed the street and entered a small coffee shop where she went up to the counter and ordered two cups of coffee, one without sugar, before taking both and heading to the far back corner booth to wait.
She didn't have to wait long, though before a well dresses man could be seen exiting a black car and entering the same small shop, however he didn't stop at the counter and instead made a straight toward the table and the woman.
She watched him approach, quietly fallowing him with her eyes until he reached the table, were she stood to meet him. A few quiet word of greeting were exchanged before the man hooked his arm around the waist of the women, pull her close and meet her lips with his.
She returned his kiss passionately, or a moment, before they both pulled away and sat down. The women passed him her second coffee,the one without sugar. He gently took it from her small hands and lifted it to his lips, taking a long drink, before putting it down and reaching across the table to softly put his hand over the woman's.
She looked up to meet the mans eyes and smiled brilliantly at him before putting her free hand over his and curling her small fingers around his long slender ones, in turn he flashed an equally as brilliant smile back at her.
They sat there quietly staring at each other, strong emotions filling their eyes, until the women slipped her hand out of his to grab her cup and lift it, all to elegantly, up to her dainty lips. The man lips parted slightly, his eyes watching the woman's lips form around the rim of the up. He spoke something then and once again The brilliant smile of the women could be seen behind her cup, humor lighting up her eyes, as the man watched with pure admiration lighting up his.
After that they sat and talked, always having one hand always linked together, until both their cups were empty. Then the man got up and slowly, as if regretting the space being put between them, he walked to the counter to pay the bill. The women took their two cups and put them in the dish rack before joining the man, now waiting by the door.
He helped her into her coat before slipping on his, grabbing an long black umbrella and linking his free hand once again into that of the waiting woman's. With that they exited the cafe, hand in hand, both with small almost carefree smile. Outside the man opened the door of a black car and patiently waited for the women to slip in before quickly sliding in beside her and closing the door behind him. With an elegant little lurch the car pulled away from the curb and disappeared into the late London traffic. leaving the occupants of the small coffee shop and to only wonder at the identities of the couple that seemed quietly, passionately in love.
Thus had become the daily occurrence of St. Barts pathologist and the British Government and To any onlooker of this scene there could be no denying that the couple were very much, in love.