coffee shop diary #2

they sat togather. they looked at each other. but they barely even knew each other. noticing things like no refill as it would mess up her perfectly precarious cream balance, and the shape of the cigarettes he rolled, they sat. they'd been seeing each other for quite some time but couldn't say that they knew each other. yet. or perhaps never. all that would be decided tonight.

and so they sat. thinking, dreaming, drinking, smoking...the barista had long since noticed that he needn't be flakey-friendly to win his tip. at the table, he was concocting plans while she simply existed. perhaps she was worrying, perhaps flirting w/out moving, perhaps bored. but he was too proud to ask. to break the silence would be to loose the game. and neither of them were going to loose.

their relationship was simply sexual...not solely sexual but simple. they didn't talk much. they knew that this would either last forever or not last long, and that pleased them both to no end. he thought he could read her by her posture; she thought she could read him by his eyes. but they were both wrong.

neither knew what lay before them, but we know that it was better this way. had they known what was to come they never would have sat togather that night. but it was that night which made all the difference.