Fiction | Romance | Sweet Romance
What are you up to next Friday? (Parts 1 to 3)
“I’d like that, actually. What are you up to next Friday?”
Patrick took a seat outside of the café. He sipped his coffee as passersby went about their days. He checked his watch, he had nearly twenty minutes to sit and enjoy himself. The benefits of waking up early, he thought.
He looked on as a man walking his dog bobbed his head to the music playing in his headphones. He tried to guess the genre based on the head movements. Rock.
“Is this seat taken?”
The question caught him off guard. He looked over and noticed a woman with strawberry blonde hair. She wore a white blouse with a navy pencil skirt. She had a cup in one hand and a binder in the other.
“Please, go ahead,” he said.
“All the other tables are taken out here,” she said. “And this is usually where I sit every morning anyway. I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you from the area?”
“I am,” he replied. “I actually live just down the street. Well, about three miles down the street. I’ve popped into his café a few times on my way home, but never before work. I thought to treat myself today. I’ve been looking forward to it all week.”
