Hello, just a quick little one shot of our favorite couple. :) Review if you have time on your hands :)
Just Coffee
She'd have coffee with him. That was the plan. That was the only plan. Why was she doing this again?
Because you want to talk to him again. Because you still love him. Because you want to know if he's okay. Right. Right.
She couldn't do this. She couldn't see him again. What if he thought that she was unattractive now? What if she seemed too old? What if-? Crap. Here he comes.
She'd never felt like this. She'd never felt like sinking into a hole in the ground before. That was new. This was new. This whole self-conscious shy unconfident feeling was new. Was this how people felt in those books she read were the protagonist is a shy, overly intelligent girl? That made sense now.
She could still remember the way he walked and it hadn't changed. It was all confident, alpha male strides. How was it fair that he seemed wholly unchanged and she sat here worrying about stupid things like if, for instance, the new color of her hair would alarm him? If he wouldn't like it? Why had she changed it? This was frustrating. He was frustrating. That offered her some comfort at least. He would always be frustrating. That was familiar. That was safe.
And somehow their eyes met and time seemed to slow. Those cheesy romance novels her best friend had been thrusting at her lately were right. The minutes did seem to last forever and yet speed by too quickly. What was this sensation? How could she have missed it before?
Coffee. It's only coffee. Get yourself together! But how could she?
Oh, he was sitting across from her now. Did he say something? Focus. Yes, he said hi, you idiot! Say hi back! The two letter word whispered out soft almost intelligible.
And that's all they said for a few minutes as they stared at each other. Both trying and failing to comprehend the person across from them was even real. And as if on their own accords, their hands both reached across the table at the same time.
Just coffee. Just coffee. Just coffee. It wasn't working. This couldn't just be coffee. If it was she might cry. And she couldn't even understand why. That was perplexing. This was perplexing. This not knowing what to feel and what was going on and what she wanted was perplexing.
Why did he always have to do this to her? Why did she always fall into his eyes and not comprehend a thing her brain was trying to tell? Why couldn't she just be a normal woman without this burdensome intelligence and emotional damage?
Then he was smiling and her thoughts derailed again. That stupid ridiculous charm smile. Damn him and that smile.
Where was their coffee? She needed something, anything, to distract herself from the man whose hand now enclosed her own.
There was something welcoming in his eyes. Something different. Something that seemed to say she was welcome back into his life without any limitations. This struck her hard and she didn't even realize that she had said anything until he said it back, "I love you too."