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Disclaimer: I do not own the TV show Boy Meets World. I take absolutely no credit for making up the characters in the original show. I just felt like writing a story about a couple of them, ok? Ok, now that we all understand... **midnight sun**
Forgotten Love
Chapter 4: It's Just Coffee
Topanga walked out of her apartment door and into the bustle of the New York City streets. She hurried along, aware that she was supposed to meet Cory at noon, and it was already 11:45. She would have taken her car, but it was too busy in the streets, and Rosie's wasn't too far away. Topanga sighed as she finally approached the café and walked through the swinging door.
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Cory strode through the hotel lobby and out into the small parking lot. He began the short trip to Rosie's Café, knowing that in less than twenty minutes he would be seeing Topanga again, and he wouldn't be able to make excuses or run away. After all, the two of them had planned this meeting. Cory braced himself as he walked through the café doors. "Well, here goes," he said under his breath.
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Topanga looked around the café anxiously, a worried expression on her face. When she saw Cory step toward the table she had saved for them, her face lit up. "Hi there," she greeted him.
"Hey," he returned. "How are you?"
"I'm okay now. I thought you weren't coming," Topanga said.
"You think I would miss this?" Cory asked her. "How could I? I missed five years of it already."
"Yeah," Topanga said quietly. "We did."
"Can I take your order?" the apron-clad waitress asked, approaching the table. "Today you can get up to three muffins or pastries for half price when you get two coffees."
Cory looked at Topanga. "You want to get that?" he asked her. She nodded. "Okay, I'll have a regular coffee with two creams and a cinnamon swirl muffin. Topanga?"
"I'd like a coffee blend with caramel and whipped cream, please. Oh, and I'll have a banana walnut muffin with it."
"I'll be right back with your orders," the waitress told them, tucking her notepad back into her apron pocket. As she walked behind the counter, Cory turned toward Topanga.
"So," he began, "how have you been? We have five years to catch up on now, you know."
"Well, I took the job here and my boss, Charlotte, gave me a promotion after a few months. Now I'm an executive in the company. I even get to have my own corner office. What have you been up to?" Topanga asked him.
"Not as much as you have," he joked. I kept going to school and now I'm studying to become lawyer. I sometimes work at my dad's store, but nothing big. Not like you." Cory looked at her with admiration. "Where did you finish college?"
"I finished the basics at NYU. They were okay with me transferring because of my grades and everything," explained Topanga.
The two sat there for a moment, neither knowing what to say, until the waitress came back with their orders. "One coffee, two creams, cinnamon muffin," she stated, putting Cory's food on the table in front of him. "And a coffee blend with a banana nut muffin," she intoned, giving Topanga her order. "I'll be back in a few with your check."
"Thank you very much," Topanga said. Turning back to Cory, she began, "So. Is this it? Do we just go on with our lives as normal and pretend this never happened, that we never saw each other ever again?"
"Well, what do you want? I don't want to lose you again, Topanga, not now that we've found each other again. Do you?"
"No. I think that, at the very least, we should keep in touch," she answered.
"The very least? Ok, we have to keep in touch, but can it be more than the very least?" asked Cory.
"Cory Matthews! What are you insinuating?" Topanga asked, pretending to be shocked.
"Nothing!" Cory exclaimed, an innocent look on his face.
"Okay," Topanga said warily. The waitress brought their check over and dropped it in the center of the table.
"You can bring it up to the front counter, or I'll be by to pick it up in a bit," she told them. Cory thanked her, and she left the table.
Topanga began to get money out of her purse. "We'll split it," she said to Cory.
"No, no, that's okay. I'll get it." Cory took out his wallet. "Don't worry about it."
"I don't want to be any trouble..." Topanga trailed off.
"It's not. None at all. I'm gonna take this up, I'll be right back," said Cory, leaving the table.
Topanga smiled as Cory left the table. 'What are you doing?' she asked herself. 'Where is this going?' "I don't know. I don't know," she whispered.
"What?" Cory questioned, looking at her.
"What? Oh, nothing," Topanga assured him. "Nothing. Go for a walk?" she offered.
"Sure," he said. "Gladly." Cory extended his arm, and she took hold of it. They walked out of the coffee shop together, content with the moment, but wondering what was next.
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"So," Cory started, "where are we headed?"
"Wherever we end up." Topanga told him. "No destination. Just us, walking and talking."
"About what?" asked Cory.
"Anything." stated Topanga. "You pick."
"Okay," Cory agreed. Not about us though, we'll save that for later. Say, tomorrow night?"
"Are you asking me out? On a date?" Topanga asked playfully.
"Why yes, I believe I am," Cory said, going along with her game.
"Well then, time and place?"
"How about tomorrow night, and I'll pick you up at seven?" Cory looked to Topanga for confirmation.
"Well, that sounds great, but that was only time." She grinned. "Where are we going?" Topanga queried.
"Surprise," Cory tried to sound mysterious.
Topanga laughed. "Okay, it's a date."
"So, I get to pick what we're going to talk about, right?" Topanga nodded. "Okay," Cory said. "I pick friends. Have you seen Shawn and Angela anytime in, oh, say the past five years?"
"No," Topanga said, surprised that he had asked. "They stayed in Philadelphia," she hesitated. "Didn't they?"
"Well, yeah. But they went on vacations a few times, and never told us where they went. I thought they might have come to visit you," Cory commented. "Never mind, I know that you miss them. Sorry."
"No, it's okay. Angela wrote me letters when she was in Europe with her father. Shawn told her about my 'change of address,' to put it lightly," she informed him. "She kept writing and one day, her letter said that she was back in Philadelphia with Shawn. Are they still together?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they are. That is, unless the broke up in the few days I've been gone." He smiled. "So where are we?"
"Actually we're near my office buildings, and my apartment. I should probably get home. I was supposed to call Char today. Office stuff. Even though it's my day off, she just can't seem to live without me." Topanga laughed.
"Well, if you have to get back, I'll walk you to your apartment and talk to you later. I'm staying at the Washington near Central Park. You can reach me there or I could call you at your apartment," Cory told her.
"How about you call me? I think that might be easier. My phone number is 585-1313. I can write it down for you in the lobby," Topanga said.
"Okay then," Cory replied.
"Well, we're here," she declared.
"Nice," Cory observed, looking up at her building. They walked into the lobby, and Topanga grabbed a piece of paper, scribbled her phone number down on it, and handed it to Cory.
"I'll talk to you later," she said, giving him a quick hug. "I gotta go now." She turned to the stairs. "Bye!"
"Bye," Cory called back. He smiled and walked out into the flurry of activity that was New York City.
Disclaimer: I do not own the TV show Boy Meets World. I take absolutely no credit for making up the characters in the original show. I just felt like writing a story about a couple of them, ok? Ok, now that we all understand... **midnight sun**
Forgotten Love
Chapter 4: It's Just Coffee
Topanga walked out of her apartment door and into the bustle of the New York City streets. She hurried along, aware that she was supposed to meet Cory at noon, and it was already 11:45. She would have taken her car, but it was too busy in the streets, and Rosie's wasn't too far away. Topanga sighed as she finally approached the café and walked through the swinging door.
*************
Cory strode through the hotel lobby and out into the small parking lot. He began the short trip to Rosie's Café, knowing that in less than twenty minutes he would be seeing Topanga again, and he wouldn't be able to make excuses or run away. After all, the two of them had planned this meeting. Cory braced himself as he walked through the café doors. "Well, here goes," he said under his breath.
*************
Topanga looked around the café anxiously, a worried expression on her face. When she saw Cory step toward the table she had saved for them, her face lit up. "Hi there," she greeted him.
"Hey," he returned. "How are you?"
"I'm okay now. I thought you weren't coming," Topanga said.
"You think I would miss this?" Cory asked her. "How could I? I missed five years of it already."
"Yeah," Topanga said quietly. "We did."
"Can I take your order?" the apron-clad waitress asked, approaching the table. "Today you can get up to three muffins or pastries for half price when you get two coffees."
Cory looked at Topanga. "You want to get that?" he asked her. She nodded. "Okay, I'll have a regular coffee with two creams and a cinnamon swirl muffin. Topanga?"
"I'd like a coffee blend with caramel and whipped cream, please. Oh, and I'll have a banana walnut muffin with it."
"I'll be right back with your orders," the waitress told them, tucking her notepad back into her apron pocket. As she walked behind the counter, Cory turned toward Topanga.
"So," he began, "how have you been? We have five years to catch up on now, you know."
"Well, I took the job here and my boss, Charlotte, gave me a promotion after a few months. Now I'm an executive in the company. I even get to have my own corner office. What have you been up to?" Topanga asked him.
"Not as much as you have," he joked. I kept going to school and now I'm studying to become lawyer. I sometimes work at my dad's store, but nothing big. Not like you." Cory looked at her with admiration. "Where did you finish college?"
"I finished the basics at NYU. They were okay with me transferring because of my grades and everything," explained Topanga.
The two sat there for a moment, neither knowing what to say, until the waitress came back with their orders. "One coffee, two creams, cinnamon muffin," she stated, putting Cory's food on the table in front of him. "And a coffee blend with a banana nut muffin," she intoned, giving Topanga her order. "I'll be back in a few with your check."
"Thank you very much," Topanga said. Turning back to Cory, she began, "So. Is this it? Do we just go on with our lives as normal and pretend this never happened, that we never saw each other ever again?"
"Well, what do you want? I don't want to lose you again, Topanga, not now that we've found each other again. Do you?"
"No. I think that, at the very least, we should keep in touch," she answered.
"The very least? Ok, we have to keep in touch, but can it be more than the very least?" asked Cory.
"Cory Matthews! What are you insinuating?" Topanga asked, pretending to be shocked.
"Nothing!" Cory exclaimed, an innocent look on his face.
"Okay," Topanga said warily. The waitress brought their check over and dropped it in the center of the table.
"You can bring it up to the front counter, or I'll be by to pick it up in a bit," she told them. Cory thanked her, and she left the table.
Topanga began to get money out of her purse. "We'll split it," she said to Cory.
"No, no, that's okay. I'll get it." Cory took out his wallet. "Don't worry about it."
"I don't want to be any trouble..." Topanga trailed off.
"It's not. None at all. I'm gonna take this up, I'll be right back," said Cory, leaving the table.
Topanga smiled as Cory left the table. 'What are you doing?' she asked herself. 'Where is this going?' "I don't know. I don't know," she whispered.
"What?" Cory questioned, looking at her.
"What? Oh, nothing," Topanga assured him. "Nothing. Go for a walk?" she offered.
"Sure," he said. "Gladly." Cory extended his arm, and she took hold of it. They walked out of the coffee shop together, content with the moment, but wondering what was next.
*************
"So," Cory started, "where are we headed?"
"Wherever we end up." Topanga told him. "No destination. Just us, walking and talking."
"About what?" asked Cory.
"Anything." stated Topanga. "You pick."
"Okay," Cory agreed. Not about us though, we'll save that for later. Say, tomorrow night?"
"Are you asking me out? On a date?" Topanga asked playfully.
"Why yes, I believe I am," Cory said, going along with her game.
"Well then, time and place?"
"How about tomorrow night, and I'll pick you up at seven?" Cory looked to Topanga for confirmation.
"Well, that sounds great, but that was only time." She grinned. "Where are we going?" Topanga queried.
"Surprise," Cory tried to sound mysterious.
Topanga laughed. "Okay, it's a date."
"So, I get to pick what we're going to talk about, right?" Topanga nodded. "Okay," Cory said. "I pick friends. Have you seen Shawn and Angela anytime in, oh, say the past five years?"
"No," Topanga said, surprised that he had asked. "They stayed in Philadelphia," she hesitated. "Didn't they?"
"Well, yeah. But they went on vacations a few times, and never told us where they went. I thought they might have come to visit you," Cory commented. "Never mind, I know that you miss them. Sorry."
"No, it's okay. Angela wrote me letters when she was in Europe with her father. Shawn told her about my 'change of address,' to put it lightly," she informed him. "She kept writing and one day, her letter said that she was back in Philadelphia with Shawn. Are they still together?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they are. That is, unless the broke up in the few days I've been gone." He smiled. "So where are we?"
"Actually we're near my office buildings, and my apartment. I should probably get home. I was supposed to call Char today. Office stuff. Even though it's my day off, she just can't seem to live without me." Topanga laughed.
"Well, if you have to get back, I'll walk you to your apartment and talk to you later. I'm staying at the Washington near Central Park. You can reach me there or I could call you at your apartment," Cory told her.
"How about you call me? I think that might be easier. My phone number is 585-1313. I can write it down for you in the lobby," Topanga said.
"Okay then," Cory replied.
"Well, we're here," she declared.
"Nice," Cory observed, looking up at her building. They walked into the lobby, and Topanga grabbed a piece of paper, scribbled her phone number down on it, and handed it to Cory.
"I'll talk to you later," she said, giving him a quick hug. "I gotta go now." She turned to the stairs. "Bye!"
"Bye," Cory called back. He smiled and walked out into the flurry of activity that was New York City.