Current Mood: Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop

I think that possibly, maybe I’m falling for you
Yes there’s a chance that I’ve fallen quite hard over you.
I’ve seen the paths that your eyes wander down
I want to come too…

He dances around tables with practiced grace, the cups held aloft, a paper bag dangling from his lips as he moves to the table in the corner where his companion awaits, her pen already skittering across the page in front of her, jotting down another story.

He waits for a moment, out of her periphery, to take in the sight of her lost in a world of parchment and ink, the universe she’s creating with her well-chosen words. He smiles, nearly dropping the bag in his mouth, and lets out a muffled cry as he scrambles the last few feet to the table, dropping the bag onto her notebook.

She jumps with a squeak, jolted out of her thoughts, and he smiles as he offers her the cup in his left hand as way of apology.

“Watched them make it, this time, so it should be right.”

She sniffs the small slit in the lid experimentally, an eyebrow lifting as the aroma of white chocolate and raspberry wafts up into her nose. She hums, content, and takes an experimental sip.

“Mm. Tastes like insomnia.”

He laughs and takes a swig of his own coffee, humming as it trickles down his throat, pooling warmth into his chest. She continues scribbling as he retrieves the bag and opens it, depositing the two pastries on top. She reaches for it, eyes never leaving the page, and he smiles to himself as she misses.

“Here.” He takes her wrist, guides her hand to the confection, and she giggles.


He dips his head, pretends to be preoccupied with his phone so he won’t stare at her. He peeks up in time to see her take a bite of the danish, crumbs collecting on the corners of her mouth in an unpredictably cute way.

He keeps his mouth shut and watches her get lost in her world of ink and parchment again, mind traveling along roads he only sees in glimpses when she raises her head to talk about what she’s written. He sees it in her bright eyes when she gets carried away, passionate about her art, and he wishes he could travel with her down all those roads she’s paved with her pen.

He hopes one day he will.

I think that possibly, maybe I’m falling for you
Yes there’s a chance that I’ve fallen quite hard over you.
I’ve seen the waters that make your eyes shine
Now I’m shining too…

They’re sitting on her bed one night while it’s late, and neither of them can sleep. He’s told her she should take something, she’s told him it won’t work, and now she taps out words on her keyboard that he can’t see.

He watches her fingers fly over the keys and wonders what she’s writing about this time. He hopes it something funny, because she needs to laugh. He’s seen her on the brink of tears twice tonight already and he doesn’t like seeing her like this: six seconds from a breakdown and ready to scream.

He silently gets up, goes to the kitchen, makes them both hot chocolate and comes back to find her eyes shining as she re-reads what she just wrote, hand over her mouth as she thinks through each line across the digital page.

He wordlessly sets the cocoa down beside her, takes up his position on the other end of her bed, and watches her correct a few lines before she looks up with a smile.

“Can I read it to you?”

He almost laughs, because he always tells her that he loves to hear her stories, and she never has to ask. He loves hearing what her mind has managed to create in so short a time, see the world she’s woven from her heart, meet the people she’s made and explore the galaxies that swim through her imagination.


She smiles, eyes bright, and launches straight into it.

He watches her read, enthralled, and loses himself in the words as she takes him on a journey. When she stops it takes him a moment to pull himself back into reality, smiling back at her as she waits for his response, already knowing what it’ll be.

“I like it.”

“I know. But–“

“Second paragraph, is that what you meant to say?”

She checks, lets out a little huff of annoyance, and fixes it as he sips his cocoa and smiles into his mug.


“Any time, love.”

Because oh because
I’ve fallen quite hard over you…

Song of the Day: Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg


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