“It is unlike him to be so late. Perhaps something came up at work… I don’t want to look all so desperate by calling him repeatedly. He’ll come. No point getting angry; spoiling my mood and the day.
Just need something to kill time.”
Namitha fished her sunglasses from her purse and perched it carefully on the coffee cup.
“Pffft. Balancing that took all of 40 seconds… Am bored…”
Looking around the coffee shop for some relief, she was greeted by Amit’s smiling face, camera dangling from his neck.
“You are late. I should be angry.”
“But you aren’t” he smirked. “Besides, I am not late.”
“Excuse me! It’s 7:15. You were supposed to be here an hour earlier.”
“And I was! Here, look.”
He showed her the pictures on his camera – pictures of her sipping coffee absentmindedly, flipping her phone, staring into the window serenely, and much more.
“Oh my! I never knew I could look like this.”
“I wanted to show you how I see you… Happy anniversary dear.”
Flash fiction in response to FFfAW hosted by Priceless Joy.
I am usually terrible at attempts at romance. This is one of the few. Please pardon my transgression!