Florida Rd, Durban
Starbucks
Russel
I was still stunned.
There was something about her. She was weird though yesterday as if she wasn't being her usual self.
I added soya milk to the coffee then stirred it as she walked in at the exact time as he does.
10am.
Today she's wearing a floral dress with pineapple vans, her hair is tied in a bun and her cheekbones show perfectly.
She orders the same and I sit down to watch her as she walks to the same spot she always sits in.
She still hasn't seen me.
I decide to walk up to her.
"River?" I greet her.
She looks up and her eyes meet mine.
There is something flickering in those eyes but she quickly pulls an I-don't know-you-look.
"It's me Russel." I say.
She frowns. "I'm sorry I'm still reading." She says then goes back to her book.
Ouch.
She's acting as if she doesn't know me.
Darn it.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Who Read At Starbucks
Short StoryRiver Frost. That's her name. She is that girl who carried a novel a book to Starbucks and ordered Iced Chocolate Mocha. But what's her story? Russel asks himself that. Is he ready to uncover every secret of her?
