The Girl Who Loved

Café

Why is it that sad moments happen in a café? It's supposed to be filled with laughter and coffees and sweets. It's supposed to be a place of warmth and comfort and reassurance.
Maybe that's why sad moments happen in a café.

She stared out the glass window right beside her, her palm tucked under her chin. A variety of thoughts ran through her head as the sound of coffee-making resonated within the café.
Then it stopped.
"Frappe for Anne," the barrista called.
The woman, Anne, turned away from the window and stood up to claim her drink.

As she sipped from her drink, her eyes wandered in the café. She observed its interior, the few people whispering to each other and typing away on their computers, coffee-making machines resonating once more in the room, and the constant clicking sounds of silverwares.
She sighed as she remembered how much she loved going to cafés. She loved the aroma of the coffees and the contrasting taste of the pastries.
She smiled. She loved going with her friends. And with her.
Her? Who was she?
She's the one who always made Anne's heart skip a beat. She's the one who always made Anne's day brighter than it already is.
She smiled at the memory.

She looked out the window once more, it was raining.
She sighed and looked away.
Raining has brought her memories. Memories that still haunt her to this day.
Her chest ached as she thought of the things that occured back then. Goodbye was the only thing she heard and the only thing that broke her heart.
"Hi Anne, sorry I'm late," a voice interrupted. "I see you've ordered something already."
Anne snapped out of her thoughts and looked at the man sitting right in front of her.
"No, it's just a drink," she smiled softly at him. "I thought you wouldn't come."
The man smiled back at her.
"I wouldn't miss this for the world."
Anne chuckled.
"I wouldn't either."

Right then and there, the café became her comfort and reassurance.