You: Standing near the counter, waiting for your coffee, wearing a tan hat like you just stepped out of an effortlessly cool indie film. I walked in, lost in my own world, music in my ears, but then - there you were. Too cute. Too dangerously good at subtle eye contact.
Me: Dark curly hair, lost in a song, pretending to be cool but very much short-circuiting. My coat? Bold. Holding its own. Making a statement while I barely managed eye contact. One of us was fearless, and unfortunately, it wasn’t me.
If you felt the moment too, let’s make it less of a fleeting thing. Coffee, round two?
