The barista was strikingly like my university crush from the world of pre-lockdown. She kindly carried over my latte with an air of familiarity and for a brief moment amongst a sea of loneliness I imagined her company. Her smile and mannerisms were just the same, but sadly not her name.
I never liked carrying suitcases around, especially after wearing a face mask on a train in thirty degree heat for three hours all alone. The sight of a Costa on the Weston seafront was like arriving at the gates of heaven and seeing the angels giving away iced lattes.
The barista was strikingly like my university crush from the world of pre-lockdown. She kindly carried over my latte with an air of familiarity and for a brief moment amongst a sea of loneliness I imagined her company. Her smile and mannerisms were just the same, but sadly not her name.
Pamela Kennedy
20/8/2020 12:50:14 pm
Cute and sweet...I enjoyed your story. Comments are closed.
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