The coffee shop. The place where everyone meets.
His eyes, so blue and clear they feel like ice. Slowly languishing every curve of mine. When they reach mine, they darken for a brief time. Then: recognition. Awkward, as he averts his eyes.
Smiles once shared are guarded now. We’re different, both of us. We both know. And still the silence penetrates.
Drink in hand, I turn to leave. But not without a half smile, a knowing smirk. What would you think of me now?