"A small, caramel latte, please."
"4,25"
"Here's five. keep the change."
"Thanks."
ch-ching
Ed Sheeran sang through the air, mixed with espresso.
but, all he could do was stare.
"Here you go. A small, caramel latte."
"Thank you."
Maybe it was the way their hands felt as they brushed together, upon the warm drink
or
Her mesmerizing blue eyes.
But, they both felt it. for that spilt second.
they knew.
She'd never forget his smile and he'd always remember her eyes.
"Have a wonderful evening."
"You too."
And with that, it was over. done. gone.
Never to be, But, always to be remembered.
To be felt.
