She sat there sipping her coffee. Hot and rich that’s how she liked it, always.
The LED glowed 7:26 am, 20 more minutes and her train would arrive. That was her routine, reach the workplace by train. She handled that flick of hair on her face and stirred her coffee looking around profoundly as if searching for something or some face.
She was not reading, The Outlook today, it just lay in some corner of her big black leather bag. It looked expensive.
*beep-beep*
She had received a message, as she turned to check it, her eyes caught something rather someone.
He sat there sipping his coffee. Decaf that’s how he liked it, always. She remembered his tastes even now. Numerous questions engulfed her mind, “Why was he here?”, “Did he come to see her or someone else?” She couldn’t and wouldn’t dare to probe after so much had happened. She could not even look at him straight because it hurt her to admit it was her mistake and her ego and that she had walked out on the relationship and never tried to make amends, but she could never resist her love for him.
She looked up at him with moist eyes, he looked too and smiled. (She still remembered how she fell in love; He had come up to her and asked ‘coffee?’) He began walking towards her and she just kept gazing at him. As he came near, he bent a little and whispered, “Coffee? Round two?!” She smiled and willingly obliged.
As they walked towards the coffee shop together, she remembered she had received a message, she checked it. “Will you marry me?” He had asked. She stopped walking and said, “Yes I will”
P.S. Too happy an ending ?! Try imagining, "No, I won't" and tell me what u think could be the reasons.
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