The Coffee Note was originally featured at Thinking Ten A Writers Playground 2010
My coffee was cold and I had a choice, abandon it and catch the 1:40 or drink it and catch the 2:00. My feet were cold too and I had just decided to stay where I sat on the floor hunched over my tiny notebook, when I remembered I wanted to go to the store. I still had a minute, so I jumped up grabbing my notebook. The cover fell open and out slipped an envelope.
I knelt down and picked it up as though it were on fire. I slipped my finger under the seal. The paper resisted, but then it snapped and with a deep breath I freed the tiny slip of paper from deep inside.
The edges were torn. I could barely make out half a coupon for a free coffee when you bought one coffee and muffin. I took another breath and turned the weak paper over.
Dear One Sugar, Milk and a Hint of Cocoa,
I haven’t seen you in the café. You use to come in every day but it’s been weeks. I didn’t realize it until you stopped coming, but I use to watch you sip your coffee and write in your notebook. I use to wonder what you wrote. What made you smile? Making your coffee was the highlight of my afternoon back then and I never told you because I always thought you’d be back tomorrow. Today you came in, not in the afternoon but at night with your friend, the one with the loud laugh. And I couldn’t let you leave again without telling you that I think about you – all the time. I see the way you try to hide in the corner, even with your friend. I see you blush when people took at her laughing. I know you think that you’re invisible. But I see you. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything and I hope you won’t feel weird about ordering your coffee. But I’d rather you know and hate me, then never know at all.
I love making your coffee, maybe you’d let me buy you one sometime.
I left my cold coffee and ran for the bus.
JM Prescott writes outside the lines; whether it is for Halogen TV, Tomato Can Consulting or private clients – she also manages writing contests for ChiZine Publications and is editor-in-chief of The Glass Coin. She is currently moving across Canada, from the Muskokas to the Rockies, in search of things she’s never done before.