A Coffee Mug Story™

Taking A Chance…

He glanced at his watch for the third time in as many minutes. Would she still be there?  Did he have the guts to approach her?

He knew it was crazy to rearrange his schedule and rush to a coffee shop in the hopes a stranger would be there, but here he was. He saw her for the first time two weeks ago and couldn’t get the image of her out of his mind. Her bright green eyes and wavy chestnut hair. The way the corners of her lips turned up and she self-consciously covered her mouth with her hand, holding back a laugh, while she read her book. She didn’t have a ring on her finger.

The first day he walked past, trying not to stare. The next several times he smiled and then rushed out, hoping she didn’t catch him staring. There was something captivating about her. He couldn’t put his finger on it. Yesterday she wasn’t there. 

The breath rushed out of him and his shoulders relaxed when he saw her in her usual spot. She glanced up.  A dimple appeared in her left cheek and her eyes shone as she met his gaze.

He grabbed his mobile order as he walked by the counter toward her. “Hi, I’m Malik, can I join you?” He smiled down at her. One hand held his coffee and he hopefully wrapped the other around the back of the spare chair, ready to pull it out.

“I’d like that. I’m Nia.”

CoffeeMugStories™

Along with writing novels, I write flash fiction…
Each story is exactly 250 words and I call them Coffee Mug Stories™
because they’re small enough to fit on the side of your mug of coffee (or tea),
and short enough to read while you take your first few sips in the morning.
They’re unedited, little thoughts, just to make you smile.