“Turquoise, jacket, surprised (from Peter)”
She was wearing turquoise when I saw her for the first time,
sipping on an empty ice coffee across the cafe.
It didn’t feel like the kind of day where something was supposed to happen.
It felt like a typical Tuesday.
That is, until she looked at me.
Brown eyes peeking above the edge of a laptop screen.
I wanted to bury myself in my leather jacket.
I wanted to do anything not to be seen.
But to my own surprise, I held her gaze.
And suddenly, something initially awkward now felt intriguing.
Who was this stranger in a crocheted cardigan?
Was this someone I was supposed to meet?