Genesis : Coffee and Love — A2Z (Fiction)

They were sitting at the bus stop, two rows away from each other.

It’d been that sort of a week for them both. Their offices were closing down, and no one knew how long that’d remain the case.

They usually took the same bus from the business district to the suburbs. Later, though, it would turn out that neither lived in the suburb that bus commuted to.

So, how did it happen?

Each had seen the other before. Walking in the open spaces around the complex was a common pastime for both. Lunch hour meant munching on cafeteria food and digesting that by loitering around.

But the magic started on the New Year’s Day. That was when they really saw each other. The striking eyes, the calmness of demeanour they both craved in their partner, they noticed all that. The cafeteria felt abuzz that day.

So although the world will have us believe that opposites attract, the evidence these days suggests that the opposite of that might be truer. Being similar is turning out to be a prerequisite for liking someone in the digital age, likes and algorithms and all. We crave the hatke-types, while keeping vigil for that someone who can look at the world from our eyes. And they found that in the cafeteria. Where else could that have been easier? Here was a person who, like yourself, gave you the space to buy the first cuppa, despite having arrived at the counter first.

Or so each deduced.

“Maybe I’m reading too much into it.”

“Maybe it is not as deep as I’m making it look like.”

“Maybe I’m falling for a cold-blooded killer.”

Over the next hour of the chilling breeze from the garden, with wind ruffling the goosebumps off the tree leaves, the two chatted and bonded. Neither was comfortable asking the other why they took that bus. Internally though, they both knew the answer.

It sent one of them on a blush-and-get-conscious mode, while the other kept giggling through the hour. It looked like a small kid had found the latest prank to play on its mother.

Sometimes, a cup of coffee is all the charm you need.

The End.

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This post is published as part of the Blogchatter A2Z.

What are your coffee stories? Have a sip from the cuppa, and tell me in the comments section. 🙂

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