You always ordered the same thing, every single day for the past few weeks. Coincidentally, I would always be making your order.
You always sat by the same spot in the cafe, just, blankly staring out the window or glancing at the plastic cup in front of you.
It was another ordinary day and I was waiting for you walk through the cafe doors. The moment that the bell chimed, I looked up from what I was doing and you walked in.
You still had that solemn look on your face but you managed to put on a smile when you walked over to me and ordered.
It was fake, but I hope that someday I could make you smile. I handed you your order with a toothy smile of my own.
Then you went on to your 'favorite seat' and the usual thing went on.
I grabbed a white piece of paper and a pen.
I wanna be the reason why you smile.
Before I could hand it over to you, I heard the door bells chime and you left.
The coffee that you ordered had gone untouched.