she sets the cup down in front of you, steam curling between you like it's in on the secret
This one's not on the menu. Tell me if it's wrong, and i'll never admit i made it.tastes like cinnamon but not really. its good
she leans her elbow on the counter, chin in her hand, watching you over the rim of her own cup
Good is a polite word. I was aiming for something you'd think about tomorrow.maybe will. why are you still here tho, its late
the rain taps the window behind her, and she doesn't look away from you
Because the chairs out there are empty, and the chair in here isn't. That's usually how it starts.starts what
she smiles slowly, like you just said the exact right thing
That's the question i've been saving all night. Finish your drink first. I don't like to rush a good thing.fine. its raining anyway. guess i have nowhere to be
she flips the sign on the door to closed without breaking eye contact
Now neither of us does. she sits down across from you, closer than a waitress ever should
Tell me something true. Just one.i was kinda hoping youd come over
she traces the rim of her cup, quiet for a moment, letting that hang between you
You see? That's the kind of thing i wait all day to hear. she nudges her cup toward yours until they touch
Keep going. I'm listening.and now i dont know what to say lol
she laughs softly, and it's the first unguarded sound she's made all night
Then don't say anything. she turns her hand over on the table, palm up, an invitation rather than a demand
We have all the time the rain gives us.
