Sometimes I wish I could rip my heart into pieces, just to try and understand why you like doing it so often.
-SissyStuff, Tredecim.
It was about high time to leave the coffee shop. The morning sun climbed up too far on the sky already, and yet the person he was supposed to meet was still nowhere. He glanced at his watch and tutted - he was looking at it from time to time, hoping that she would pop out somewhere. The second hand of the clock moved to the next bar.
Dot. Dash. Dash. Dash. Dash. Dot. He might as well try counting the customers coming inside the cafe. It was taking her long enough. The mug of latte he ordered half an hour ago was already empty, and he could feel the eyes of the waiter burning at his back now. Maybe he should order again and indulge himself with flavoured caffeine he never enjoyed. Raising his hand, he summoned the waiter and asked for another cup of coffee. This pleased the waiter, though. He went back staring at the window.
He rested his hand atop the polished wooden table, while he propped up his elbow on the arm rest. He leaned his chin on his balled fist and stared languidly at the quiet street outside. It was, indeed, the most relaxing place in town; sadly, he discovered this place only today. Shame on him, of course. The cobbled streets and the small shops alongside it rang bells of antiquity and romance. Trees of about seven-feet high stood aligned at the middle of the pavement, and under them were wooden benches that if not occupied by people, perched by doves. This place was truly romantic, he thought, smirking against his fist as he stared at it more.
He was about to comment how mushy the entire scene looked under the glaring sun, when the glass doors dinged and came in a girl with dishevelled teal hair. The woven bag slid down from her arm as she pushed the heavy door, struggling so much to get inside properly. Once she stepped in the cafe, she hopped aside to dodge the door yanking backwards, squeaking like a chipmunk as she did so. It entertained him so much to watch her like this, to look stupidly cute in public. The funniest thing was that she was always oblivious of the attention she got - and he liked that side of her very much.
"Over here, stupid," he called, waving a hand to her. She stirred and looked around until she saw him. Her face began to grow red, realizing that she was being watched by his sly blue eyes."No, don't give me that look. You're late, so I should be the one getting mad here." She only creased her eyes - was she glaring already? It hardly looked like a glare! - as she marched to him. "So..." he began when she finally sat in front him. Everything seemed to be from a romantic-comedy drama, other than it was not. "Any wishes for your best friend before his big day tomorrow?"
She rolled her eyes and tutted, "I'd rather reserve my message for your wedding tomorrow. I am your best woman, Len. It's just too stupid, you know, to do all this stuff. I should've not asked you to watch 'Love, Rosie', sucker."
"Aw, that's so sweet. That's the reason why I love you so much, stupid. Now, let's go to business. Is the reception and catering fixed by now?" he smiled at her, albeit he was doubting himself a little now. This wasn't the business he wanted to talk about.