The Coffee Date (1): Stay

“Can you stay a little longer?” Flo asked him just after everybody left that afternoon. She just spent several hours of lunchtime with her friends and kind of wanted some time alone with him. She saw a hesitation within his eyes, remembered that he said he had something else to do.

He looked into her eyes and couldn’t resist. “Of course,” Arn got back to his seat.

“I won’t be too long,” she said.

“Remember the person I told you that seemed to be answering my writings?”

“Sure, what’s with him?”

“It was getting real, but I don’t think I could,” she paused, trying to find the right words.

“I don’t know what it is, but I know this is just not right,”

Arn looked at her, trying so hard to explain her thoughts and the feelings she couldn’t understand herself. Little did she knew; he couldn’t understand himself as well at that time.

“Then don’t,” he answered, unsure whether it was the best advice he could offer, or he was just blindly driven by his fears.

“I’ve known you long enough to see your intuition never betrays you. So, don’t,”

She was sure there was something in his voice, but she couldn’t read his eyes. “I’ll figure it out,”

He looked down at his phone, avoiding her gaze.

“I’m sorry, but I need to go,” he finally broke the silence. The seconds seemed to freeze out to hours.

“Sure,” she watched him putting on his jacket. “I’m sorry for keeping you here,”

He slightly smiled. “When will you go back?”

“Tonight. I’ll take the night flight,” she counted how many hours left before going back to the madness back in her city.

“Of course, you love the city lights and else. So, I won’t see you in the morning?”

“You won’t,” she smiled.

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I didn’t want that talk to happen; that time, that place, that moment, that short.

All I could say was that I’m sorry for not behaving at my best.

I was avoiding you because I was not sure about myself.

You have always been the free spirit flying here and there, so

how could I even dare to want to keep you for myself?

I could offer you all I could give, but I didn’t.

I could force out myself to be brave enough to speak my mind, but I didn’t.

Read me all you want, and all you will find are pages of fears.

Guess the hell out of me as wild as you can, and maybe all you will find is the truth.