Coffee Talk.

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“I’m guessing you have?” She hasn’t finished her scone and hasn’t finished staring at the woman, who is now removing her scarf, ever so slowly, like it’s the final piece to an outfit to serve people who have straightjacket fetishes.

 

“Considered it? Sure.”

 

She takes a bite. She pays no mind to the crumbs piled in her lap.

 

“Done it? Many times.”

 

She brushes away the scone remnants with a laugh. “That’s a good one,” she says clapping her hands free of crumbs. She laughs again. “I needed that.”

 

You think about telling her more. How there’s nothing funny about being some pawn in a so-called monogamous relationship. How there’s nothing funny in loving the attention but knowing damn well you could love a person so much more if given the chance. How there’s nothing funny in never putting a second thought towards your needs as you aspire to be the third wheel. How there’s –

 

She laughs again but this time, gives your hand a squeeze. Her touch – so warm and welcoming – makes you wonder why she doesn’t have someone in her life who would do everything in their power to be with her, even if it was just for one night. Her smile – so beautiful and contagious – makes you wonder how she could ever stop being happy. She checks her phone before finishing her cappuccino. She doesn’t comment about her notifications or roll her eyes at the second or third excuse of the night stickered on her screen. “Thank you for that,” she says, still holding onto your hand. “Really. Thank you.”

 

You can’t help but to smile back at her.

 

“I’m glad I could make you laugh.”

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