An Imaginary Conversation
The coffee shop was half-filled with people during the lazy hours of the afternoon, like now at 2pm. However, that didn't matter to me. I sat there, a hot mug of mocha sitting in front of me, its wonderful aroma wafting towards my nostrils. I was waiting, waiting for her.
She came at half-past two. Punctual, and early in fact. She glanced at my direction and saw me sitting there with my coffee.
"Hey, **! You're early."
"Yeah, I am."
She proceeded to take off the purple jacket she was wearing, folding it neatly and setting it aside on one of the chairs. She flashed a wide grin at me, as if she knew something I did not (which was probably half-true). But it was a warm smile all the same, discounting the Cheshire grin.
"So, what's up?"
[Why do you bother me?] "Nothing really. I wanted to hang out," I said, looking at my mug.
She giggled slightly. "**, hang out? That's new from you."
"Well, it is the break..." [... and I want to talk to you about something]
"Of course."
I took a sip from my mug.
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