A Coffee Mug Story™

Nice

He breathed a sigh of relief that one was over, but waited until the man left the coffee shop before getting up to get himself a refill.

“Another dud?” the barista asked him.

He’d been on so many dates in this coffee shop, he and the barista had become friends of a sort. He was tired of hook ups and wanted an equal partner, someone to spend his life with. But he was starting to lose hope of finding that special person. “A little too self absorbed for my liking,” he said, answering the barista. “One more left.”

While waiting, he looked outside as he drank his coffee. A man caught his attention—he was helping an elderly woman load groceries into her car and then politely declined a tip. Nice.

Seeing that there were still kind and giving people in the world made him cling to his hope a little longer.

The door to the coffee shop opened and the same man walked in, holding the door as someone left. Nice.

The man smiled and waved to the baristas as he walked by. Nice.

His heart rate sped up as the man headed toward him. Stopping in front of him, the man extended his hand. “Alex?” he asked, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

Wiping his palm on his jeans, he stood before extending his own hand. “Yes.  Kai?”

“Great to meet you. I’ll just go grab a coffee. Can I get you anything?”

“No, I’m good thanks.” Nice.

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.