Coffee Shop Conversations - vignette

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No words are exchanged.

She has her nose buried in an erotica novel, covered with some newspaper so people don’t know what’s she’s really reading. He’s going through an imported fashion magazine, taking his time to look over each page. They sit next to one another, their knees just barely touching. Underneath the table he slides his sneakers under her flip flops, and lets her foot rest on top of his. But this isn’t enough. His free hand drops onto her knee, and he finally feels at ease. She doesn’t react to any of this, just accepts, because this is the way it should be.

The waitress brings over two cups of coffee, one dark, and one with more cream than coffee. He likes his coffee dark, but he accepts both cups and thanks the waitress with a light smile. While she still continues to read her novel, he pours half of the milk coffee into his cup and then swirls it around in his hand. He then pours back half of his coffee into hers. Now their drinks are mixed, and perfect. He lets it sit in front of her, not urging her to drink because she doesn’t like her drinks too hot, while he likes his scalding. His tongue burns but he still loves the bitter drink.

By the time her book is placed down half open on the table, she looks over at him and smiles brightly.

“Nino! It smells—“

And he finishes for her.

“Wonderful. I know.”

She loves it when he does that and nods while grabbing her coffee and holding it between both hands.

He squeezes her knee and then turns back to his magazine, and she puts the coffee back down only to pick up her book once again.

Perfect, even without much words.