This is one of my vanilla sweet stories. Hope you all enjoy.
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It was an ironic way that they had met. It started out with a conversation over spilled coffee. He was looking for a friend to talk to. For him, it was just out of a basic need for some human conversation. She was just tired of the routine her life had become. It was as though she was stuck in a circle of being a wife, a mom, a neighbor, a good daughter, a daughter-in-law, a sister … but there was no time for her to be herself anymore. They both had nothing to look forward to anymore … everyday was the same.
It was like any other day for him. He sat by himself in the coffee shop. It was his favorite spot near the door. He could see everything that went on and be invisible at the same time. It wasn’t that he was socially awkward. Life had just not been kind to him. He had a series of heartbreaks and was too shattered to invest in a relationship again. She’d just walked into the shop to get a coffee. She was in a hurry and kept checking her watch. It was as though time was dragging her, and each tick was forcing her to be somewhere else. She kept standing and started sipping her coffee. As she was walking to the door, she glanced at him – his focused eyes on his screen. Workaholic, she thought.