Tales from the coffee shop - Slight anxiety

He had met her less than a week ago. They had built up a positive rapport. The location had been in his favourite book store, the short haired hipster had caught his attention. She had even commented on the book he was holding. Stating that it was a favourite of hers, avidly endorsing it. Speaking for a short while he boldly asked for her phone number - to which she happily obliged.

Now, he was sat in the inviting coffee shop. Early evening. The atmosphere was perfectly conducive for a first date. He felt good, he smelt fruity, nice clean clothes - complemented stylishly with brown rimmed spectacles and his favourite brogues. Looking at his watch more than once since he had last looked a few moments ago. He wondered when she would arrive. They had arranged for 7pm and it was now approaching 7:20. A woman's prerogative to be fashionably late he mused. He checked his phone for maybe a text message to see if there was an explanation as to why she was not yet there. Nothing... the fear of being stood up nagged at his worrying mind. Looking down again at his watch - he then focused on the entrance in the chronological manner that he had done for the fast approaching half an hour. Watch, phone, door...

Eyes transfixed on the big rectangular gateway. Like a flash they lit up as she suddenly arrived. His date spotted him and waved a friendly acknowledgement. Beaming a huge smile, he stood up abruptly and banging his knee on the table. "At last..." he muttered under his breath. Before rubbed his knee.

A coffee shop worker was skilfully weaving her way around the medley of furniture lighting candles like a serene fairy. The tables glowed with pretty luminosity. This added to the lovely ambience and relaxed vibe of the venue. The evening could now officially get under way.

Submitted by Demola, The Collective