100 Words or Less: A Recurring Encounter
‘Hi!’ she said, as beautiful as ever. ‘One cappuccino to eat in, please. Double shot.’
I smiled as I recited her order in my head before she’d said it. It was always the same. Same time. Same place.
‘Work keeping you up late again?’ the barista asked, fumbling for a cup.
‘Yeah…’ she said. Her hair shone in the light. ‘And my boyfriend’s broken up with me, so there’s that!’
She sat down and pulled out her notepad, as she usually did. I stood up and moved toward her.
‘Hey,’ a tall encroaching man said.
I was too late.