The frigid morning air caressed her, seeping through the woolen blanket. The dark clouds enveloped her house, shrouding it in a dewy shawl. Shuddering awake, she blinked the drowsiness away and stood. Grumbling slightly at the cold and even more at how late she was going to be for work, she hurriedly dressed and stepped out into the windy city...just as the first rain drops began to fall.
As she commenced the tedious walk to her office, the aphotic skies menacingly followed, escorted by boisterous winds. The relentless rain finally forced her to accept that she would have to step indoors for a while. Spotting a little yellow cafe, she decided to go in and wait out the storm. Being late for work, already, what more would a few extra minutes do?!
The cafe was a quaint little place; a few cozy sofas next to a bookshelf haphazardly adorned with old classics in various levels of wear and tear. The floor was an array of whimsically patterned rugs on which mismatched tables and chairs were delicately placed. Although the bizarre layout was laughable, the rhythmic thumping of the rain on the crooked windows made the whole cafe seem warm and inviting. The only thing that looked out of place was what seemed to be a new stainless steel counter to the left of the door. On it's shiny surface stood a glass jar, next to which, a sign read "PAY HERE". A couple dismal copper coins lay at the bottom.
Brushing off some of the water from her now damp clothes, she frowned as she took in the peculiarity of the place. Curious to see what she could find, she walked up to the bookshelf. A particular gilded title caught her attention and she picked it up. Book in hand, she made herself comfortable on an old, worn, green couch. Flipping to the first page, she studied the timeless words and tried to make sense of what she was holding.
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife", she read. Puzzled, but too distracted with mentally preparing for the meetings she had, to care, she mindlessly thumbed through the aged pages, looking up at the window every once in a while to see if the storm had stopped.
Yawning, she was about to get up and find something else to do when she spotted him. He was right behind the jar on the counter and she was very surprised that she hadn't noticed him before.
She could tell he was rich, perhaps Colombian or Brazilian, and that roused her excitement. Gazing shamelessly with an unbridled desire, she observed that he was tall, dark and definitely strong. He was hot, perhaps a bit too hot for her, but she knew the more time she spent with him, the more compatible they would be. The sweet but musky scent that lingered around him lured her and she knew, with certainty, that she could not leave without him.
As the rain slowly halted, the first rays of the hidden sun seeped through the window. The birds began their ritualistic morning song and she tore her gaze from him to look outside. The fresh drops on the flowers gave her a sense of peace. She knew what she had to do.
With a burst of confidence, she approached him, took him by the sleeve and walked out of the shop, stopping only briefly to drop a few crisp bills in the jar.
As she turned the corner, her phone beeped with a message that her morning meetings had been cancelled. Marveling at how much better her day was turning out to be, she held him tightly and walked into the sunlight.
Back at the Cafe...
On the couch by the window, lay a book long forgotten, marked with a fold on a yellowing page that read, "In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you..."
As she commenced the tedious walk to her office, the aphotic skies menacingly followed, escorted by boisterous winds. The relentless rain finally forced her to accept that she would have to step indoors for a while. Spotting a little yellow cafe, she decided to go in and wait out the storm. Being late for work, already, what more would a few extra minutes do?!
The cafe was a quaint little place; a few cozy sofas next to a bookshelf haphazardly adorned with old classics in various levels of wear and tear. The floor was an array of whimsically patterned rugs on which mismatched tables and chairs were delicately placed. Although the bizarre layout was laughable, the rhythmic thumping of the rain on the crooked windows made the whole cafe seem warm and inviting. The only thing that looked out of place was what seemed to be a new stainless steel counter to the left of the door. On it's shiny surface stood a glass jar, next to which, a sign read "PAY HERE". A couple dismal copper coins lay at the bottom.
Brushing off some of the water from her now damp clothes, she frowned as she took in the peculiarity of the place. Curious to see what she could find, she walked up to the bookshelf. A particular gilded title caught her attention and she picked it up. Book in hand, she made herself comfortable on an old, worn, green couch. Flipping to the first page, she studied the timeless words and tried to make sense of what she was holding.
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife", she read. Puzzled, but too distracted with mentally preparing for the meetings she had, to care, she mindlessly thumbed through the aged pages, looking up at the window every once in a while to see if the storm had stopped.
Yawning, she was about to get up and find something else to do when she spotted him. He was right behind the jar on the counter and she was very surprised that she hadn't noticed him before.
She could tell he was rich, perhaps Colombian or Brazilian, and that roused her excitement. Gazing shamelessly with an unbridled desire, she observed that he was tall, dark and definitely strong. He was hot, perhaps a bit too hot for her, but she knew the more time she spent with him, the more compatible they would be. The sweet but musky scent that lingered around him lured her and she knew, with certainty, that she could not leave without him.
As the rain slowly halted, the first rays of the hidden sun seeped through the window. The birds began their ritualistic morning song and she tore her gaze from him to look outside. The fresh drops on the flowers gave her a sense of peace. She knew what she had to do.
With a burst of confidence, she approached him, took him by the sleeve and walked out of the shop, stopping only briefly to drop a few crisp bills in the jar.
As she turned the corner, her phone beeped with a message that her morning meetings had been cancelled. Marveling at how much better her day was turning out to be, she held him tightly and walked into the sunlight.
Back at the Cafe...
On the couch by the window, lay a book long forgotten, marked with a fold on a yellowing page that read, "In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you..."
1 comment:
Haa.haa.. Good one !!
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