Distant music thudded in the background. Her eyes fluttered open. Two mugs were sat on the round table before her. The one closest to her was a shorter, wider shape. The deep circular mug held a chocolatey looking liquid, topped with a dollop of whipped cream, sprinkled with mini pink and white marshmallows, and dusted with cocoa powder. A teaspoon lay against the mug’s saucer, with a fallen dollop of cream and one, white mini marshmallow. A warmth emanated from her chest, and a smile prodded into the right corner of her mouth, as her eyes lingered on the fancy drink in front of her. The second mug, she noticed, was situated on the opposite side of the table. This mug was narrower and taller. It lacked the cream and sweet treats that hers did. Instead of a creamy chocolate liquid, inside this mug, the colour was deep, dark brown. As her vision focused on the liquid inside the cup, she noticed the heavy coffee particles dancing through the clearer liquid sat at the top of the mug. A frown puckered her brow. ‘The coffee hasn’t mixed with the water properly,’ she realised. Flickering her sight to the saucer, this drink had not been served with a teaspoon.
Movement fluttered her concentration away from drinks and towards the person sat across the table from her. Immediate lines deepened her forehead. A warm smile gazed back at her. Her heart panged against her chest. Her lips parted. The lines on her forehead faded. The smirk prodded in the corner of his stubbled cheek, sent a flutter of warmth throughout her body. She darted her eyes away from his face, looking at his woollen jumper, with a moth hole above the left elbow, revealing his ash-coloured t-shirt beneath. His short, dark curly hair was just as she remembered. A chuckle escaped him, as he gazed at her, watching her sparkling eyes dance over him, with amazement and disbelief. Her cheeks tingled and she felt her face begin to burn a deep, rosy hue, as she clocked eyes with the man sat opposite her. His chocolatey brown eyes, with little green flecks gazed back at her, through dark, rectangular fames. A breathy exhale escaped her, as she fluttered her lashes. Then I woke up.
- Josie -
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