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What I Like Today

I have a crush on the coffee girl. It’s silly really, down to high school or even middle school levels of absurdity.

I’ve never spoken to her. The extent of interaction is a smile hello as I pass by from time to time.

She’s just cute, not ridiculously hot or anything. She’s just cute. Sometimes she wears her hair in pigtails. That’s cute, isn’t it? I think she lost some weight recently too; it’s hard to say since she dresses modestly. It’s too bad she doesn’t wear a name tag or anything. That’d be nice, to know her name at least.

Life is a vast sea, currents and eddies made up of those around us. Sometimes currents pass by in flukes, two particles to never reconvene. Other times we seem to swirl around familiar points, like fate taunting us with proximity. Am I floating or am I sinking these days?

The whole idea is pointless in any case. What would I say? I’m not even at liberty. There are others more noticeable, I’m sure. I am but a hapless fool.

Besides, I don’t even like coffee.

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