Remembrance of Things Past
They hadn't met in a year; a year, two months, three days, and five hours with a minute and twenty four - twenty-five seconds in between. They had spit out violent words: words that returned to both of them the moment they saw each other. But the sweetness they exchanged at night also surfaced in their psyche. Both frozen stiff, waiting for the other to make the first move. The New York crowd shoved Quinn forward though, knocking her off her feet and to the ground, spilling her coffee. People stared, but nobody helped.
Nobody except Rachel.
She rushed over, still motionless as Quinn fell, but after a moment of thought. Rachel helped Quinn up, who was silent, thanks hanging on her tongue, I love yous not far behind. As she got to her feet and Rachel brushed her off, her eyes roamed over the seeming infinite beauty of Rachel's warm coloured face. Her thick lashes; the adorably big nose; the slightly-parted lips that she had kissed so many times before.
—Hey, Quinn's voice was a whisper.
Rachel smiled in response, her eyes glancing up to Quinn.
—You look wonderful.
—Can I buy you another coffee?
Quinn's face stoned again, her heart beating faster. Everything in life teaches you something, and if you don't even attempt to learn anything, you're wasting your time, and if you don't take every opportunity you'll regret it. Take it. Please.