Her and His Secret
written by ejo
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Once upon a time,
a girl and a boy met,
it was just the beginning.
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In the dainty and sophisticated-looking Café Maid Latte, sandwiched between a repair shop and a grocery store, she always noticed that he had been coming alone to drink a cup of espresso in the farthest corner of the window seat. She had always noticed a lot of things—the fair weather, the burnt side of the served bread, the bittersweet aroma from the coffee brewer—but she never failed to observe his odd behavior.
He would always take that seat, order a cup of coffee and look outside. Misaki always wondered what she would see in his place. He had a mesmerized and distant expression carved on his face that was uneasily erased. The orange sunlight would always pass by, hitting his hair and showing off its wondrous splendor of sandy brown. He was like an angel, she observed.
She always wanted to go over his table and talk to him. She wanted to know what was so special on that seat that made him lose his concentration. He constantly ordered a cup of coffee, but never dared to drink it. She was curious and her curiosity wasn't easily obliterated. Sometimes she would find herself staring at him unconsciously.
She was mesmerized by him. That was her secret that she dare not tell.
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He always preferred solitude and comfort over anything else. Ever since he knew about this café that was barely unnoticeable from afar, he would visit it and enjoy a cup of coffee. It was his haven. He felt peace and relief there. But that wasn't his entire reason why he enjoyed coming there.
Ever since he was young, people find him as an observant person. He noticed little things and often asked for its reason why. Takumi was very vigilant, there was no doubt about that. From the café window's reflection, he would always notice the waitress who kept on stealing glances at him. Often he would find himself blushing over the sight of her without even knowing why.
He always wanted her to go over his table and talk to him. He would always order a cup of coffee, hoping one day she would drink hers with him. He promised to himself that the day he would touch his coffee would be the day they would finally talk. He constantly found himself staring through the pristine reflection of hers.
He was mesmerized by her. That was his secret that he dare not tell.