Chilled fingers wrapped around steaming coffee. Her eyes focused distractedly; her mind wandered. Thoughts of the irl across from her streamed through. Nothing else occured to her, not one other person in that entire coffeeshop. It was simply this one babbling brunette.

—And, her brunette said, thats about everything.

A nod even though nothing was processed. She smiled, completely convinced that her every word was heard and thoughtfully considered.

—Lovely coffee, she said, feeling sufficiently awkward. A nod even though nothing was processed.

She glanced down, shiny brown hair falling from its niche behind her ear. She tucked it back, tan fingers fixing an itch on her neck.

Tell her, she thought, tell her how you feel. Those brown eyes, she thought as she picked her head up to gaze. She smiled.

—Not my kind of weather. Confidence in speaking came with eye contact. Are you alright?

With just a shake of the head it could be over: she'd never speak of it again. Lie to this brunette, make her life less complicated. Make everyones life less complicated. A sigh and a sip; no.

—Whats up? concern came, soon to go, she thought.

Shrug. Lie. Look down, shrug and lie.

She looked up to this girls warmth and tender care. Lips parted and she tried to whimper.

—Whats wrong? she leaned forward. She touched her hand supportively.

—I love you, she said.

It was done, dont cry.

Nod.

It wasn't that bad, tears came anyway.

Smile. Try to. Youre okay, I'm okay, youre okay.