Notice
me you cute little shit! I think before ordering my coffee. I take a glance
at the corner even though I know he’s still there.
I grab my cuppa and sit down at my
normal table pulling out my laptop, going through the motions to start my
homework because my brain is in shambles.
I exasperatedly whisper to myself, “What
do I even do?” I notice a shadow fall
over my computer.
“You could start by saying hi?”
Startled, I close my laptop. Why the hell did I just? “Oh hi,” I say
tentatively, “I’m Caroline.”
“I’m Mark,” he sits down. “What
were you doing?” he asks and points at my closed laptop.
“I was just starting on an
assignment for one of my classes.” I am suddenly hyper aware of every one of my
movements, so I put my hands around my coffee cup to appear less awkward, “and
you?” I remove one hand from the cup to point at his things still at the other
table.
“Nothing terribly exciting” he
says, then taking a sip of his coffee.
“I should probably get back to
work” I wrench my hands off of my coffee and open my laptop, giving them
something to do.
“See you next week?”
“Of course”
--
I walk in the door and look over to
his table, as always. He’s not there. I frantically glance around as I walk up
to the cashier. He’s sitting at my table today.
