The coffee shop hummed with activity. Jenny, 22, tapped on her laptop, straining for inspiration.
Thomas eyed her from afar, eager yet afraid to talk to her. He walked up, deceived by a confident stride. "You left this." He handed her glove gently.
Their eyes met. "Thomas." His lips curled sheepishly.
"Jenny. Thank you." Her cheeks flushed rose.
An awkward beat passed. "I should..." Thomas gestured, but his feet felt stuck.
"You're the musician." Jenny's eyes lit up in recognition. "I've seen you here. Just you and your guitar."
Thomas rubbed his neck, bashful. "You're the writer who's always lost in thought."
"I'm struggling with an ending."
"I could...help?" Thomas could scarcely believe the words left his lips.
"I'd like that." Jenny logged off.
They sat, hands brushing tentatively. Thomas hummed a tune. Words flowed from Jenny's pen. As the last patron left, they leaned in, sharing a kiss sweetened by hint of coffee and promise of more to come.
About the Creator
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Keep reading
More stories from Asif Basar and writers in Fiction and other communities.
Studying Denmark will be a lifetime Experience
Denmark is a popular destination for international students who are looking for high-quality education in a welcoming and inclusive environment. The Danish education system is known for its innovative teaching methods, cutting-edge research, and a strong focus on sustainability and social responsibility.
By Asif Basarabout a year ago in Education
Silence
I don’t remember the day the world ended. But I do remember the day I noticed. That photo was it, but I did not know what it meant until I sat in my darkened bathroom, staring at the newly developed film. The street was neither empty, nor abandoned. It was dead. The colours of the flowers wrapped in that red ribbon caught my eye, and as I crouched to take that photo, I could hear only the lonely silence of a graveyard after dark.
By Alexander McEvoy4 days ago in Fiction
What I Would Do if I Joined Vocal Today
I'd do things a bit different if I joined Vocal today instead of February 2021. For one thing; the platform itself has changed quite a lot. Acting on input from its writer/creators many enhancements to the reporting, pay structure, engagement, and even ownership possibilities are now in place. (Yes- I am aware that not every change has been greeted with approval. This is not that: I am focusing on what I would do differently today.)
By Judey Kalchik 5 days ago in Writers
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.