Shake out your coat - it was never meant to be
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She walks into the coffee shop with the wind on her heels. Her boots are heavy on the wooden floors and snow barely sprinkles the floor as she comes in. With her hands in her pockets and her coat's collar turned up, she feels like she owns the world. (and maybe she does).
She sits down at a small table near the window. Her ordered coffee comes along, and she cozies back into her chair. She's waiting for her companion, and he better show up. After some time, she looks around the small restaurant and notices an older gentleman seated in a corner, book in hand and cup of tea empty. She's not one to fancy older men - she's nearly finished with college and he looks to be around forty – but there's something dashing about him. He's much different from the boy she's had her eye on at school. The boy she's waiting for now. It's a good thing, she realizes. If she could snare this man, she would. She'd make an exception. He's obviously a hard-working man, something she's always admired in a person. She presumes he's intellectual and determined from his expression and preference to read. She only reads when necessary and for school. The books she has read for pleasure are far and few, but treasures in her heart. If she weren't so impatient, her pathway through life would have centered around literature.
She's staring now, but only because she wants to study him. Such a handsome man. He looks so serious, concentrating on his little book. His smile must be charming, enchanting even. (she wants to make him smile).
And when he looks up, she nearly does a double take. They're eyes meet, and she slowly looks away. Something's off with him, and she wants to approach him about it. But she's not an invasive person, not today. Instead, she turns back to her window, thinking now of his lonely, dark eyes. The child inside of her (always inside of her) fantasizes that they have a connection. The realistic side of her knows they will never be more than strangers in a coffee shop.
But in another lifetime, she knows they were something sinister. Dark. Perhaps something hopeful.
Her phone buzzes, cutting her thoughts short. She shuts it off quickly and sighs quietly in disappointment. Late and never coming, yet again. Her beau has more important things, but he is sorry. So very sorry. He says he'll make it up to her. (he said that the last time and look where that led her). She guesses that counts for something. She glances back over at the man in the corner. He's back to his book. She drains the rest of her coffee and gets up. She leaves, pausing as she steps out onto the doorstep. She tugs her thick, black coat closer from the cold. She walks off, still thinking of the man in the shop. Perhaps they will meet again someday. She hopes they do.
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(they don't).
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(maybe it's for the best).
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(and maybe, just maybe, the future isn't set in stone).
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Note: Yet another Amorra drabble. I don't use names in this one, but I hope it's obvious that it's Korra and Amon/Noatak. And a mentioned Mako. This is AU and Korra is older than her canon in this story, so if she seems OOC, that's why.
Pairings: implied makorra; thought about amorra
Disclaimer - none of the characters belong to me, only Bryke.
