In the crowded coffee shop, just around the corner of the street where she lives, sat a girl right across from the entrance door with her nose in a book and eyes that only left the lines of it to either have a sip from her coffee or to take a peek at the door. Observing people was one of her many favorite hobbies and what could have been better to enjoy it other than the most visited coffee shop of the town. It had become an everyday routine, more like an escape from the chaos of life and work, to come here read a book or two, enjoy a good cup of coffee and observe life as it passes by in the people of this town.
She now knew almost every single person that lived in this small town, or so she thought she did. Not many people were interested in others as she was nor were they into books or literature like herself. It seemed as though it was only her that truly lived, others were just passersby. They couldn’t even tell apart the days of the week being so delved in their fast and busy life, each trying to reach their own heights of success. Which was the most common thing amongst the residents of this small town, everyone wanted to be successful and for most of them success was defined by the amount of their bank balance. From the start of school, till they achieved what they wanted, they did not stop for even a moment to enjoy the life they had been given. She wasn’t like any of them, she had vowed to herself to not become a machine like her parents when they had died of old age that had arrived too early. She vowed to live life every once in a while, breathe in the moments, discover the earth that we reside in and do more than just make money.
With all the money being spent on her parents’ health and her education, she was not left with enough to travel the world but just enough to read about it. So she bought book, loads of it and read every day in the same coffee shop whenever she took breaks from her library, for she found more life in books than in the people living in that town.
Her life was the same every day with a different book, until one fine morning in the same coffee shop from the very same spot she found herself staring at a guy who had just entered the shop. From the looks of him, she could tell he was not from here as he held a book in his hand which was rare. The tall man in blue shirt and brown curls sat right across from her table after placing his order. They exchanged glances for a slight moment and returned to their fictitious worlds held in their hands. Moments passed and they exchanged glances again and again and yet, but this time stopped and stared. Why are you staring at me? She asked him in her thought. Why are you so beautiful? He replied in his thought. The staring went on and began a series of silent conversations with expressionless faces communicated only with eyes amongst the crowded coffee shop.
You’re the one. He said to her in his mind. You’re the one. She said to him in her mind. Both of them left their seats and took steps to reach the other. What if this isn’t the one? Their subconscious questioned as they progressed their steps. This is. Their heart concluded, shutting the subconscious away. Both reached each other and stood three steps apart, staring. Each trying to contain themselves from being exploded with the emotions that were running through their bodies at that exact moment.
“Their eyes met…” He quoted from the book he was reading few minutes previously finally breaking the prolonged silence, “and they stared together…” She joined and both completed in unison “at each other, alone in space.”
They smiled and stared together at each other for seconds that stretched into minutes. The crowd had now noticed the chemical reaction that had ignited between the two strange souls standing in the middle of the shop. They had realized the presence of all eyes on them and decided to ease the air.
“Hi” they said in unison, followed by silence and surprise at the lack of words being avid readers themselves.
“So Great Gatsby, huh?” She asked.
“Yes, it’s always a pleasure to read Gatsby when there is nothing else to read”, he replied trying to conceal what seemed to be more than just nervousness.
“There is never nothing to read”, she said gaining some strength to form proper sentences.
“Indeed, but I was in quite a rush this morning to start something new. It requires …” he said trying to recall his thoughts that had just slipped his mind as he noticed her glowing eyes, “uh”.
“It requires a peaceful mind to start something new” She added, “I understand. It’s hard to find time to read in the business of life.”
“And yet we do”
“Indeed we do”
And silence followed which was truly the earsplitting sounds of the reactions taking place in their bodies which were now unstable.
“You are something”, he said.
“You are something” she replied.
Love had struck and set their souls on fire, which now rose from their bodies and submerged into one another, becoming one as if they were each half of a complete soul, and started dancing together as champions on an ice rink performing their best dance ever, and the crowd watched as if the best showman in the world was performing right in front of their eyes when really there were two bodies staring into each other’s eyes as if it was their last sight ever.