It was a rainy day in New York,
I wake up in the morning, late as always, go to the bathroom wash up and do my bed. I sit on my couch and think...what will I do today?
I looked up at the window and it was raining so I thought I'd rather stay home. But what if I go out, experience a day in Rainy NYC, it's a one time lifechance, to run to go to catch the subway ruin your hair with the rain and bump into a coffee shop you never knew before.
Maybe destiny led me into it, but the further I looked into it the more comfort I felt towards it. It reminded me of the bookshop that Meg Ryan owns in You've Got Mail, maybe the weather made it look even antique, the books even warmer. The coffee smell coming from it gave me goosebumps, I didn't know which coffee it was but I wanted to try it.
The minute I set foot into the coffee shop, I knew this isn't going to be my last visit...
The sound of the piano played in the background matched the atmosphere perfectly, I sat near a big window where I can see the rain drops easily, people passing by and the amazing view of the city.
My coffee arrived as was warm as it can be, I hold the mug with my both hands to feel it more, I take a sip and I go to another world all by myself...
As delighted as I was sipping my coffee soon to be interrupted by an inpleasant noise, I turned my head to see and there he was; wet as he can be and poor thing was he mesirable!
I followed him with my eyes, his outfit tend to be of a banker as a profession but his hands tell he's a writer. His hair tells me he's careless about things, but his suitcase speaks high-maintanence from the colour to the shape.
He ordered a cold brew, and in this weather looks like he's struggling in his life, I wonder from what or whom, maybe his boss yelled at him from handing his work pass the deadline, or he had an argument with his girlfriend.
Of course he's taken; a descent looking guy, with a respectful job and propably a horrible taste in coffeee would be taken.
Dear oh dear, he realized that I stared for too long. I turned my head away, hoping he wouldn't notice, but little did I know...
" Excuse me, don't you think it's rude to stare at people you don't know"
"I'm sorry I didn't mean it"
"It's okay, I had a very long hard day"
"Maybe your day can still pick up, you never know..."
He never said anything, and went back to his place. I can feel saddness in his eyes, I wanted to get to know him but he chose to be distant.
I tried to forget what just happened, through the window; when rain is still pouring and making the sky of New York city sadder than ever...
Interruped again by a voice, thought it was the waiter to fill up my cup of coffee, but no he brought a french hot pastry out of the oven and said
" This is from the man sitting there"
"Thank you, but I can't accept it"
The waiter returned it, and said something to him. Not even a minute has passed, and I see that pastry again...
"I'm sorry for earlier, I had a ruff day and this pastry is really good and I think you should try it"
"If you insist"
"Do you mind if I sit here? I love to sit by the window and watch it rain"
"Sure"
I looked at him bringing his coffee to my table, he took a deep breath
"I think New York becomes sad when it rains" His eyes were filled of sadness"
"I believe that New York is still New York even if it rains, it depends on how people see it"
"Indeed"
"Sorry but I couldn't help but notice why did you order a cold brew on a cold day like this?"
"Because I don't want the weather to effect my coffee choices"
" That's an answer to think about"
"I have noticed that you smelled your coffee before drinking it, isn't that weirder than my cold brew?"
I tried to hide my laugh, but I coudn't... I saw him smiling too
"I guess we're both coffee weirdos"
And then I woke up, man it was such a beautiful dream...
