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Coffee date - Yoonmin

The park was peaceful at this time in the afternoon. Midway between lunch and when school let out, the only people around were those walking for exercise and a few people like me, sitting and enjoying the peace and quiet. Pulling out my sketch book and pencils, I relaxed back against the park bench scouting the scene for something I wanted to draw. I was OK at drawing scenery but I wanted to work on people. No-one caught my attention so I started outlining the trees around me, settling into the quiet.

About 10 minutes later, I surfaced from my drawing haze and noticed two men had settled on a bench nearby, facing towards me. With striking features, seen even from this distance, I knew I wanted to draw them and flicked straight to the next page, carefully taking in the image of them sitting close together, drinking coffee. A similar height, one was older with a coffee in his hand and a book in the other which he'd taken out from a satchel. His hair was a silvery colour, tucked into a hat but the hair was falling around parts of his face, framing his eyes. The younger one had put his coffee next to him on the bench but was leaning forward on his knees, scrolling through his phone. His darker brown hair swooped back off his forehead, skin smooth, lips full. They both looked relaxed, enjoying their moments of peace as the afternoon ticked by, sitting so their legs were touching.

I watched for a moment, deciding how I wanted to frame them when I saw the younger man lean against the others shoulder, hand coming over to rest on his companions knee. The older mans smile quickly floated across his features, only noticeable as I was studying their faces intently before he also put down his drink and reached for the hand, pulling it into his lap and enclosing it in his bigger hand, returning to the book as he did, placing it in front of their hands to hide them away. The younger smiled and closed his eyes as he relaxed and that's when my pencil moved, wanting to capture this interaction. Truthfully, I felt like I was intruding but they looked cosy, comfortable and very right together. From time to time, the older one adjusted the book and I could see him absent mindedly moving his thumb across the hand tucked in with his, stroking it lightly as they enjoyed the fresh air, safe in their own bubble.

The little gestures caused a smile on my face as my pencil flowed. I was in love with love and maybe this wasn't that but if it wasn't, it was a deep friendship that seemed to have blurred lines and it made for an interesting picture as I tried to infuse those feelings into the paper. It was the trust of the brown haired man as he rested, comfortable in the knowledge that the other would watch out for him. The gentle care of the older man as he calmly held his hand. I sighed, I needed a relationship like that!

When I was contemplating how to draw the silver haired ones expression, he turned towards the other, noting he was asleep, a huge smile breaking out over his otherwise peaceful features, brushing hair off the sleeping face and before he looked back down at his book, his eyes met mine. I smiled a quick smile in return and locked the look into my mind, as I glanced away, giving them their privacy again as I worked quickly to put the smile onto paper. Whether they were a couple or building to it, the feelings flowed through onto paper and I could see the fondness in his eyes when he'd looked at his younger friend.

Maybe it was because he had seen me looking earlier or whether it was that their time was up, the silver head man gently shook the younger awake. As he stretched to consciousness he leaned in, brushing a light kiss against the part of the jaw closest to where he lay; quick, sweet, discreet. The older man ruffled his friends hair as he sat up, fingers lingering briefly on the back of his neck before they both picked up their coffees, gathering the rest of their things as they stood up.

I avoided eye contact as they walked past, hands tucked into their jackets but standing so close they repeatedly brushed against each other as they strode, drawn together. They came so close I would've been able to see the exact shade of their eyes if I'd looked up and a camera would've captured some beautiful closeups but I had the sketch and that was my memory of today and as invasive as I wanted to be.

My Instagram account featured my sketches and I had a decent amount of followers but this wouldn't be going up there. I was ARMY and their privacy meant more to me than 15 minutes of fame. Plus, I would be outing a friendship that could possibly be more and that wasn't up to me.

So I watched their backs as they retreated into the afternoon, noticing how they moved in sync, how they stayed close together, knowing they were each others support. Happy I had witnessed a snapshot of them, a snapshot that I would keep to myself so they could have their private moment.

Looking at the picture, I saw more than friendship. I saw that they were content being each others home.