Frappe, this was the magic of summer 2006, when she first met him. She would order frappe and would enjoy his every single word, while he was taking her order. Sometimes she would order a creamy capuccino. She used to go there almost every two days. Alone or with a friend. After a while she knew when his shift was. Frappe and the magic began. "And the lady would enjoy a frappe? ... Yes, it must be always cold, sweet and creamy." - and yes, he knew exactly what she wanted.
And after two years they met again. The same place. The same black t-shirt with something written on the back. The same spiky hair. The same thin beard covering his chin. Only she was different. She didn't come with her old friend. She didn't sit at the old table. She didn't order the old frappe, but a creamy capuccino.
But their eyes met again despite the distance between her table and the bar. He noticed her and tried to catch her attention by dancing like crazy behind the bar. He himself prepared the capuccino because only he knew exactly how she loves it. He himself brought it to her.
It was obvious that this moment triggered the recollection of that summer. For a second they didn't feel the outside world - they were together in a world of their own, alone with their old desire to know each other and still they have always been separated by a sort of a gap, created by the fear of the unknown. None of them had ever the courage to overcome this gap, not back then and, for sure, not now.
And even after all this time, they still don't know each other.
He still works there. She still loves frappe.
And after two years they met again. The same place. The same black t-shirt with something written on the back. The same spiky hair. The same thin beard covering his chin. Only she was different. She didn't come with her old friend. She didn't sit at the old table. She didn't order the old frappe, but a creamy capuccino.
But their eyes met again despite the distance between her table and the bar. He noticed her and tried to catch her attention by dancing like crazy behind the bar. He himself prepared the capuccino because only he knew exactly how she loves it. He himself brought it to her.
It was obvious that this moment triggered the recollection of that summer. For a second they didn't feel the outside world - they were together in a world of their own, alone with their old desire to know each other and still they have always been separated by a sort of a gap, created by the fear of the unknown. None of them had ever the courage to overcome this gap, not back then and, for sure, not now.
And even after all this time, they still don't know each other.
He still works there. She still loves frappe.
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