The Coffee Date

“Good Morning, It is such a beautiful day today.” She whispers it to herself. Today she is happy; so happy that even a burnt toast on her empty stomach couldn’t ruin her day. Nothing could go wrong and nothing could steal her smile away. Today, she was meeting someone she had always loved the most. She was finally going on a date that she had always wanted to go and nothing could ruin it for her.
It’s already 8:30 am, she was late for work but she still has her cool. She rushes into the bathroom and gets her make up done. “Oh no! The eyeliner, a little longer on my left eye as usual? Now, I have to go through it all over again. What a mess! But it’s okay. Happens sometimes.” She giggles to herself. Even a makeup redone can’t piss the glum baby today.
She gets on her scooter and reaches her office fifteen minutes later, only to find her boss infuriated. Not a good start but she still maintains a soft smile on her lips the whole day. She keeps looking at her watch. A minute feels like a decade. How she wish she had a time machine! Then again, she daydreams about how the date was gonna be. She gets nervous yet excited at the same time. “What if other people saw me? What are they gonna think about me? Are there gonna be rumors about me?” All sorts of questions of doubts and fears besiege her. She ‘sushes’ her inner voice and calms her down. She looks at the watch and it is 4 o’clock. Her phone beeps; the reminder of her google calendar tells her that there’s only one and half hour left for her most awaited date of her life. Her heart beats faster and she gets more nervous. She had never waited for so long in her life. She had never felt so impatient.
She gets up and goes to the bathroom; gets ready and looks at herself in the mirror for the last time before she leaves. She likes how she looks- the black pencil dress, length just above her knees perfectly flattering her body and the new pair of black heels that she had bought only a week ago makes her look tall just the right amount.
All kinds of emotions flush in and she gets more anxious. She leaves her office at sharp five and reaches the coffee shop about half an hour later. She looks around, orders a drink and finds a cozy corner table just near the windowsill. She opens her bag and takes out her ‘Paris’ notebook. She stares out from the window, observing people walking on the street and gets lost into her own translation of feelings.
“Such a perfect date!”, She smiles.
She finally had a date with herself.
