I could tell it was tea because of the string and paper labels hanging over the sides of the cups.
A Cup of Tea
Ashley Bayles

“For you,” he said…

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“For you,” he said, a warm simper tracing across his face. He had strong sinewy arms that radiated from the shirt he tucked away from his sleeves. His shirt was light and almost pale-ish blue.

His hand extended out and she embraced the cup from his hands, bringing it closer to her vicinity. This didn’t feel out of place at all; from the moment they started conversing, I could tell they were close. She looked up to him once more, a hand lifting the cup, the other subtly displacing the string away from the cup. She maintained eye contact and he proceeded to say something.

“Five years.”

“Yeah, and it only feels like yesterday,” she said, arms clasping together

“Tell me, what have you been up to all these years?” he questioned

“I’ve since moved here for a job at the marketing firm Mark & Simmons; its been a great start, actually, and not much else just the rush of the city”

“I see,” he responded, taking a sip of the tea that he hadn’t touched since she started speaking.

I try to steer my gaze away from them, looking down on the local paper with the front page showing a headline of a successful landing on Mars that screened the day before.

Are We Taking This Too Far? it read. My response was probably yes, but that didn’t explain why I was so interested in learning of this couple just a couple feet away of me. I tried to steal a glance again and over a huge sigh, the man started to speak again.

“Look, I know what I said before and I’m willing to give us a shot again. Now we’re both here and I don’t see why we shouldn’t pick up from where we left off.”

The moment he said this, the woman noticed that I’d been looking towards them. I looked the other way, just a few inches away from them as if I wasn’t intending to look that way. I realised I couldn’t keep looking back, and all I could do was listen. Not a great way to spend your afternoon lunch, but there wasn’t anything interesting to do either.

“Yeah, we could figure this out,” she agreed, a quavery undertone emanating from her voice.

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