"Inspiration," she said to him one day, "is like a precious, fleeting moment."
Sipping his coffee, he raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her, and she giggled.
"It's nothing," she said assuredly, tucking a stray piece of auburn hair behind her ear before biting into a biscuit. "Just a random thing."
He laughed. "Continue. It sounds interesting."
"Very well." She glanced thoughtfully at the orange autumn day outside, before turning back to the conversation at hand.
"Inspiration is like a fleeting thing. If you don't catch hold of it and pen it down or type it out, it floats off and disappears into the literary sea, and someone else gets it. Then one day, you read it and you realize that this is what you'd thought of before, but never got the time or couldn't be bothered to do anything with it."
He snorted. "You sound like a sentimental doddering old fool," eliciting a reluctant grin from her.
Outside the café, they were preparing to leave for another day at work, when she suddenly turned around and stared, wonderingly, at the clump of trees.
He watched, and she watched, as a little orange-yellow leaf floated down from one of the trees, and landed in her cupped palms. She smiled gently, then lifted her hands high and let go of the leaf. The leaf dropped, then caught onto the wind currents and disappeared from sight, sailing gently down the road.
He stared after it wonderingly, and she giggled at his lost expression. "I told you, didn't I?" Grinning at him, she ducked under his arm and disappeared into the car. "Hurry up and get in, or we'll be late!" He plodded to the driver's side, and started the ignition.
As the car drove off into the hustle and bustle of the city, the autumn leaves sailed gently past the cafes, past the people, and into people's imagination.
Author's Note: This was written during an IT (information technology) class in school. We're supposed to be doing some webpage design, and I chose an autumn-y theme, and thus wrote this while waiting for the pictures to load.